I'm going to cry. I can't let them see me cry. They'll call me weak, a crybaby. I can't even handle insults anymore. My wall is crumbling. I'm tired. I don't think I can last much longer. Not without breaking down even more. I can't let them see me cry. They'll know I'm weak. I'm sorry I'm breaking, I'm sorry I'm broken. I'm sorry I can't do better. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I pretend to be happy. I'm sorry that I slip up. I'm sorry that I pretend I'm fine. I'm sorry. But I can't let others know. So I will continue to wipe my tears, straighten my back, hold my head high and smile, because that's what my parents expect, and I can't fail them any more than I already have. I will continue to pretend to be happy, even if it kills me.
I'm sorry. I promise I'm trying. But I can't keep going like this. I build a wall, and people try to tear it down. I can't let them see all my problems. I'm sorry.
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Just Thoughts
RandomThoughts that go through my head. I do a lot of ranting on a lot of different topics. Mostly about my home situation and other random things. I tend to talk about su#cide, and s#lf h#rm and a lot of other stuff in that area so please be careful if...
