Is it just me?
In the middle of the night, I just stared into the darkness, wondering why the darkness wanted me. What is so special about me that it wants to consume me? It never does even when I turn on the lights to make it go away. I try to see the good in it for the fact that I'm doing something good the darkness coming to crush it. But now, I don't know. Does it really? I take in the suffering, and the hardship so that one day it won't happen again. When I finally have my moment it never lasts as others in my life. There are sadder than happy memories in my life. I'll try to do something about it to change that. I'll wipe my tears and try to move on. But now I realize I didn't move on, I'm still stuck in my problems that didn't fix because I'm afraid of growing up. I didn't know how to fix my problems. And I hate calling for help. I don't want to call for help because I have nothing to give that person. What should I do? Ignore it again. And now I realize that until I finally fix my problems, the darkness will follow me forever and won't stop.
