I always thought my family was a comfort to me.
But I guess I'm wrong. Sometimes.
My pillar broke into two one night.
Then my strength was halved.
Next my life turned to stone.
Now, my only comfort left me behind.
To *live*.
I'm breaking down soon.
No. I think I broke down already.
Ain't I useless??
Yes I am.
I can't take the setbacks given to me.
Then I can't believe the fact that we're the past.
I can't and i can't...
Now, I don't wana accept the things that happened.
Please move on. Is that really easy?
I'm stubborn.
Already I know it is useless and un-change-able.
Yet I still carry on the way I did.
Just leave me alone.
Not even any comforting OR insulting OR sacarstic words. Thanks.
My lonely 18.
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