Happy. Happy. Happy.*
It's been my mantra and I refuse to let it go.
I refuse to latch on to the dark cloud above me.
I refuse to pull you under alongside me.
You have never succumbed to my negative voice,
and I think I love you for that alone.
I promise I am trying, I am.
I will not let this go.
I've been progressively trying to become more positive and optimistic. It's working...slowly.
Darling, you're being to ******* yourself.
Darling, I hate to see you cry.
You cannot blame yourself for learning how to fly.
The lightness in your step, the sparkle in your eye
I truly hope are things that will never ever die.
Never apologize for setting yourself free.
You're finally showing who you always wanted to be.
you're hurting me
oh **** oh **** oh **** !!!!!!
I just want to understand how you want me to last a month on my own when I can barely survive 24 hours without wanting to die
When will this all stop? When can I finally rest? I just want to die. I'm not asking much.