Will go through hell together. They’ll want to punch each other in the face sometimes and want to give up on everything. Yet no matter how many fights they go through or how many times they said they were done, they were never really done because they knew that they couldn’t be done with someone who means that much to them.
Sometimes the pain’s too strong to bare…and life gets so hard you just don’t care. You feel so alone you just sit and cry…every second you wish you could die. Then you start thinking who would care…if one day they woke up-and you weren’t there.
I’m not the type who talks about their problems, or who complains. But honestly, fuck today. I can’t even fake this fucking smile anymore, I can’t fucking do it. All today has done is show me how truly shitty I fucking feel. By honestly trying to be happy an smile for a change, it just showed me why I’m so fucking sick in the mind and why I truly am this way. Fuck this, why the fuck am I still even fucking alive.