I am afraid to grow up. To be forced to choose what I want to do in my life, figuring out those plans, and then trying to keep a fruitful life is exhausting to even think about. I don't think I could still be myself. I'm going to crumble under the "real world's" pressure. I just want a hug because I feel truly miserable.
~I can't stand it, but I will. I will stand against all the winds, storms, and hell if I have to. I will bleed and cry, but I will not die. I will do it. I know I can.~
-KSE
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I Can't Sleep So I Guess I'll Write Something.
RandomThese are things I think of when I can't sleep. It might get sad and pessimistic at times, but I always end with hope. There is always hope in the end. Even if we can't see it in the moment. *°~☆▪¤ ✌¤▪☆~°*
