july 18th, 2016
I HATE THAT I GET THIS WAY.
THAT I FALL INTO THE DEEP OCEAN. OF HURT. AND I JUST, THINK BACK. of happy times. of memories. but they were once happy.. not anymore. they're hurting. they're broken. they're blue.
i let the waves wash over me. and i hate that i don't fight back. i just let it consume my body, let it drag myself down deeper. i hate that i'm weak. i give in, and i fall back into it. i depend on it, i rely on it. isn't that horrible, when you rely on the things that make you hurt? and why, why do i?
i hate that i do.
