Everyone around me is so happy with the decision I've made except me.
I wish I had someone to talk to. Someone who wasn't just so damn happy about it.
I wish someone would just ask me if I'm okay...
'cause I feel like I'm not.
Why do I settle?
Sometimes I just want to scream SHUT THE FUCK UP, a the top of my lungs. Can't wait until we can have our house to ourselves again. Sometimes I just…
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. Is this really what it's supposed to feel like?