You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting to get home into your room, close the door, fall into bed. Just let everything out taht you kept in all day. That feeling of desperation. You’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. You just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay, but no one is going to be there. You know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you, but you are tired, tired of being strong. For once you just want it to be easy, to be simple, to be helped, to be saved. But you know you won’t be. But you’re still hoping, still wishing and you’re staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes. You are fighting.


What did you say again? Type it, coward.

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