Where am I going? Nowhere
As soon as I get some glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel, it's gets longer and longer and darker and darker. I want to give up so bad but I know I can't. I'm doing this for me, no one else. I know at the end of the day, I'll look back and be so fucking proud of myself because I've been through so much.
I don't even have the luxury of having my parents, at least my own family to help me.
I'm fucking done with the tears, I'm so fucking done. I woulda have thought my tear ducts would have dried up by now with all my crying.
I need help, I'll admit it, finally. I'm a proud person and I'm admitting this. But who can help me?