sometimes you think things would be better if it never was but you find you can't go back in time.
sometimes you want to go back to being who you were before and living the life you had before, but you find you can't reverse events, unscar yourself and go on like before.
sometimes you wonder why your lifelong goal to be independent never succeeds, and you wonder if you have it in you to be like that.
sometimes you wonder if all this effort will really help in the end.
sometimes you wonder if you're in this alone when you're not supposed to be.
sometimes you cry, and wonder if anyone else ever feels this shit.
you can't be happy when you have it, you can't live without it. what is it with humans?
a star fell from the sky;
4:39 PM