Your words are violent,
and if you like, I could get just as violent.

I wish we'd start living our own lives and stop talking about everyone else's. If you have something to say, then say it to my face. I can't promise I'll understand, but I can promise that my reaction would be better if you said it straight up.

This week has been so painful in many different ways. As usual, there are the highs then the lows. I can't find the energy to smile right now, it'a not that I'm sad and emo or whatever you would imagine. It's that I truly can't find the energy to do it. And it probably sounds so childish that here I go, complaining about this and that "Oh how will I ever go on?" I probably won't last, I just don't believe I've been built to survive in this, lifestyle. I don't know, I guess I'm just not cut out for it.

And I wish you'd stop thinking you get it.
You hardly ever will.