#krysspeaks

i’m a dumb fuck 24/7 and i struggle to talk about stuff with you, but i love you a lot.

i can’t wait to marry you and annoy you with my constant need to screech

i love you bitch, i ain’t never gonna stop loving you biiiiitch

Kibum is paralyzed; he can’t feel his legs. We’re waiting for his dad to show up to heal him but we haven’t gotten in contact with him yet. I have to be strong for Kibum because he’s suffering. His mobility was taken from him suddenly and I see the frustration and despair. I see how much it hurts him to suddenly have to adjust to using a wheelchair and it kills me that I didn’t get the power to heal others. I so badly want to finally do something for him on my own without the help of others. I just want to make him happy, feel safe and free, but there’s always something... There’s always something that makes my heart ache, my eyes sting with unshed tears, my chest swell with words and thoughts I want to say but never do because I’m afraid to. I want to be his happy place but how can I make him happy if I can’t even be happy? It’s hard to deal with the emotional rollercoasters. There’s the few happenings but each one bears heavy burden and I hold those burdens on my back. To think I would get peace... The cycle doesn’t stop. It’s stressful. I’m exhausted. I want to cry but I can’t. I can’t do it anymore. I’m too tired to even cry. Is that sad or what? What do I do? I don’t know what to do with my pathetic self anymore.