The worst part about all of this, is I know exactly how I feel. There's no question to it. The problem I'm having, is what to do about it. I heard something today on fucking Netflix, if you can believe it, and it got me all types of fucked up.
"Why are you fighting and trying so hard for someone who will not love you back on their own accord, but feel obligated to so as to make you leave them alone?".
Needless to say, I'm bawling my eyes out, drinking and listening to Kesha.
But it got me thinking. A little to much I guess. Because now, I know how I feel. I know what I have to do. What I have to say.
But there's still that voice. It won't go away.
I don't know who to listen to anymore.
