is it always going to be this hard?
lots of things keep me sane, but sometimes i lose sight of why anything is important to me in the first place.
i let people get under my skin so bad that i would rather die than confront them about hurting me.
i'm just as guilty as the next guy of doing bad things.
but i've never met someone so keen to break someone down, then turn around and say they're just doing it because they're concerned.
i know some of the most amazing people in the world, and i am grateful that they are in my life.
but i am scared of one. they have made my life a living hell for the last year and a half.
i'm so ready to let go
how did we drift so far apart?
and what made you hate me so fiercely?