I just want someone to drop everything they’re doing and come give me a hug and tell me that everything’s going to be fine and then I’d just cry myself to sleep in their arms and I wouldn’t even care how pathetic I looked because at least I wouldn’t be alone.
But no.
Life isn’t that kind.
It never has been, and it never will be.
I mean, I know I was only 6 feet above ground, but still…
Heights are scary. And now I’m hungry.
GOING TO WATCH TV
When you’re crying more frequently, and the sadness never seems to end, you know its getting worse.