No, stop, no. There's no point in having feelings for another. This way there is no pain. There's no more games. You never have to guess if they like you. Focus on you, you don't need A boy. All you need is you.
"Write," I whisper to myself. "Write, keep writing, don't cry. Just write. You'll feel better." Don't stop writing. This is your only escape, you are only free when you write.
My "family" is not a real family. There is only hared, no love. We despise one another and it seems like we have competitions of who can insult eachother the most, only to see who goes crazy first.
Please hold me, Tell me everything Is going to Be okay, As I sob Into your chest. Hold me tight, But not too tight, For I am fragile And pieces of me Are already missing... I don't think I can Afford to lose anymore. Is that too much to ask? I'm sorry.