I'm sick and tired of it.
I'm sick of acting happy all the time eventhough I'm not.
I'm not happy at all.
I don't even feel the need to smile or whatever shit.
I just can't stop crying every time I'm in my room.
Because only I know why I'm feeling so miserable.
And nobody can help.
Or rather I won't let anyone help.
And you harping me for other stuff isn't helping me at all.
I swear.
I swear I could break down anytime soon.
Just collapse.
Just give up.
what's the use anyway.
like wtf is the use anyway.
Nicole
Purple is my ultimate love
21 is but a number. Wisdom comes with age.
-To live without regrets
-To make a difference in someone's life