We’re young… Why do you have it so hard when I have it so easy? It doesn’t make sense. I wish I could take all those problems, and hold them to my heart, just so you wouldn’t have to feel all that pain. I’d rather you didn’t feel anything that could hurt you.
buttonI’m just too tired to do anything anymore
I’ve sort of accepted my fate in not doing very well this semester
OH WELL
Ripped into two indistinguishable halves is where I stand. Am I this person, or am I that person? Can I achieve what I’ve set out for myself, let alone what other people have set for me? I am simply...
