#forevar alone

Mi hanno detto che potevo farcela. Che ero forte. Che l'avrei superato. Che ci sarebbero stati. Ma appena ho cercato una mano da stringere, non ho trovato nessuno.

So I'm sleeping over at a friends house... And I'm laying here, thinking. And its really not all that different from my bed. Same thoughts, same feeling of leaving the pretending of the day behind... Thoughts of why, and how to fix. Though at this point I think I'm just giving up on that... It's really for the better... Though it hurts so bad, I have to keep reminding myself that it'll never be anyways. I'll eventually get to the point where it won't bother me, because I just won't look. But then... What is life without hope? It kinda worries me that I may be doing the wrong thing... That crushing any hope for it will make me blind to it if it stands right in front it me. I hope I'm dining the right thing. BUD BUD BUD BUD BUD BUD BUD BUD HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHA

homecoming alone ): 

That random feeling of wanting to cuddle with someone, but no one to cuddle with... Sad life.