Seems like september is where my posts here peaks.
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I'm sorry for unfathomable sadness, I'm sorry for being a quiet little child who can't seem to take care of herself. Sometimes my thoughts get so loud and I get so exhausted by all the endless debates that run through my head. I'm sorry I cannot bring myself to not lie and say i'm not okay. I'm sorry because I'm afraid of being anything more than a happy pill.
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"my heart's worn and bruised
and still it beats each day
as though it has never been broken
and i wonder how it is possible
cause between here and now
i think my ache could have swallow me whole"