Isn't is interesting how we can quarrel so much, and still painfully love one another?
There were days when I just need to hide somewhere and not face anyone, not even you. How things came to end in certain ways were just beyond me. I feel like a young kid again, -am feeling so hard to be understood. Why does it take so much out of me just to try to make them listen? I may not be right all the time, but I can't be wrong everytime. Am I that difficult to deal with?
I used to be in a phase when I dream alot, when I dream of nothing but waking up in the morning and looking forward to something. I used to be so impossibly positive of the most hopeless or dangerous situations that I can't believe I could be so brave. I used to be able to be at the edge of my limits and still know that things will be alright in the end.
But now I am just a pile of ashes. I'm burnt out, and all you have to do is give the slightest puff and I'll blow apart.
