i wanna be 4 years old again.
i wanna cry and let my mom solve everything.
i dont wanna make my own decisions.
i dont wanna be brave anymore.
i dont wanna be grown up.
i dont wanna be resourceful.
i just wanna hide under my blanket and be content with dreams, i dont wanna live.
i just wanna sing love songs, i dont need to know love.
its so hard to keep upbeat.
so hard to keep smiling.
so hard to keep dreaming.
what hurts the most
a star fell from the sky;
11:34 AM