tryign to sit here and study for my final tonight and I keep almost falling asleep
Crying because of the kind words people share with me about my character and it makes my heart heavy and sore. I don’t know how to respond or what to say to reciprocate similar perceptions. I’m no good with words. And I keep asking myself why or how, simply because I don’t see what they see. I feel the struggle and pain and wonder why I put myself through this. THIS. THIS. THIS. THIS. WHAT IS THIS.
Here I am, left on the inside looking out, wondering.
Not About Angels