To Feel What I Feel

Now Keep Going

I didn't give up. I just moved out. I'm fine. Seriously. Sure some of my memories turned incredibly evil, and I can't look up to my parents like I used to. But it doesn't change my kind of person. I'm still good. Whether we agree or not I still have a mom and a dad. I still have two brothers and an older sister. At least I can say I tried. It's not a bad thing to cry sometimes about it. It doesn't make me weak? I only consider it weak to cry in front of others? Because then you're involving them into something that most likely won't ever change. And talking about it doesn't make it better, just clearer. Which is a good thing sometimes. 

I haven't gave up on humanity. I still believe there are good people out there. I know I'm not alone. I also know that pain sometimes feels too much, and I don't have any solutions for it. I guess I just wait for it to pass over me? I still believe that being happy is being fake, but I'd rather pretend to be happy when I mean it. Otherwise there's no point. We all like challenges. Here's one; See how many days you can go through. Not because you want to. But because of the people that do care. Sometimes I just want everything to stop?

I guess I only want to stay alive for the food besides my sister. I know ya can't live without it, but it can still be addicting. I'm a sandwich person. It's my weakness.