where are the great conversations of my young life? where are the moment that separate me from the others? where are the sleepless moment spent thinking about him? where are my so called heroes? where are my magical moments of dreamlike reality?
i'm jaded and it's worse than i thought. i'm writing here because sometimes i feel like i don't have an outlet. my mind drives me insane sometimes. it just goes for hours at a time thinking and dreaming about things that can't happen.
i'm alone in this fight...like always. going away did something, but it didn't solve my trust issues. i'm still so scared. vulnerable perhaps? i don't even know anymore.