i'm sad. really sad.

and i can't quite shake it off.

i am getting sick of pretending for the sake of everyone else that everything is okay. and i still haven't figured out a way to make it all okay.

i am sick of not being able to go a day without crying.

i pretend to know what i am doing, but in reality i have no freaking clue.

i think i am about through with trying. you once asked me why i try so hard at things when in the end you thought i would end up like you anyway. well maybe you are right.

you have no idea how long that sentence has stuck with me. whenever i was about to give up i would think of you saying that to me again, anger would take over and i would force myself to not give up. well maybe, you. are. right.