I need summer and friends.
I need to move out.
I need to get out.
I need to release my spirt.
I need to find myself, again.
I can’t stay here.
And a lot if people made that final.
I need to leave for good and never look bad. And only help those who need.
At this moment in time.
I really hate myself for thinking maybe it would be different.
And I am feeling pretty stupid for thinking I really thought.
I had the perfect boyfriend.
Now I have crawled in a different side of depression.
Just to where I hate myself.
I want to change everything.
I want to throw up every single thing I eat.
And cry. Alone.
But I just really want to know the truth.
The honest truth.
I seriously don’t believe you were being honest to me that night. And apparently the month of April.
I just need to build up the courage to see and talk to your face. Even if I cry in your presents.