"i swore that i could be the best for you this time. I can support you and i know I haven't been the best. but fucking forgive me; i'm trying." that was a voicemail from my father to my mother two years ago;
i miss them. The pain in my chest fucking sucks. I'm so tired of smiling and laughing like everything is okay, but time changes everything. if i can just hold on
a little longer.
