only a few more weeks of hell, feeling bittersweet and a tiny bit sad
although it made her suffer and break
down every once a while, it still made her happy to think that it became her
escape to reality and not so much of the problems in life
new friends, new people and most of
them don't even give a fuck and that's
okay in a way because no one really does;
no one cares enough to realize the pain
in people's eyes or if they cried their eyes out the other night
sometimes it is okay not to care,
not to give a fuck at all, but it hurts to
feel the pain of being so used to caring
so much that you'd do everything just to see the smile on their face again
—hoping for the good days.
