it's indescribable really, nothing ever makes sense anymore and i have no one to blame but myself. i'd like to think that maybe this wasn't all totally my fault, that the failing grades, or the headaches, or perhaps the exhaustion, could be the fault of him. i can't blame him for everything though, unfortunately. sure, he had his share of doing some really fucked up things, but this wasn't him. it wasn't his fault even in the slightest.
i remember being told as a kid that, "you're going to go far. don't let anyone hold you back." now i'm not sure if that's something i was told, something i made up, or maybe something from a comfort video game i used to play. but i do remember telling myself to never ever give up.
i'm
never
giving
up
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
Randomimagine that this is coming from someone who you know and love, like a diary of sorts that helps you comprehend how they feel and what they're thinking.
