This is me everytime I'm about to fall asleep, and then I cry even more knowing that nobody will truly be there to comfort me through these tough times. Sometimes I wonder if anyone will be there to hold me when I cry. It's a scary thing to think of.
My self-created disillusionment. Taking a crumb and making a meal when you weren't ever going to be hungry. Silly, emotional, flawed girl, I am. I have no right to say what I'm dying to say. So I'll remain silent. Until I burst. SA, you are the heart of my heart.