just blahhh

Who wants to know the very depths of my heart and mind.

does knowing me more lead to loving me less? Cause at times that's exactly how I feel like...

You used to understand me so well and Soo deeply until you didn't understand me at all

Sometimes I'm just tired of it all and tired of pretending that everything is okaay and holding it all inside all the time. I push on for my 2 kids but there's a point you just feel like it's to much and nothing but my kids is all that matters. So you tear down the fake happy smile and just fall apart and breakdown for a little. Intime the mask will be put back on. But the meantime I will let the tears roll down and hope that I can hold back from relapsing to something I don't want my kids see later on.

im searchinqq tew find myself in this crazy dark but yet sometimes briqht world .