There are just too many words left unsaid. Too many things left not cleared. Too many memories to handle. I had too many chances but I let them slip away because I was scared. I didn't know who I was supposed to be. All I thought of was to pretend everything was fine and that I didn't care about whatever happened. People say "We are who we pretend to be". Maybe that's why pretending like that is a part of me now.
& now I always run from chances of having to feel like that again. No I can't afford to take such a big risk now, especially at this period of time.
Maybe there really should be an end to everything, and I mean everything.
I'm going to find a way to make it because it sucks to hold onto a broken dream.