It's true to have your heart broken by someone or something.
The way of the world that you clearly wanna despise doesn't always work.
When you think there's no hope there always will be hope.
Sometime it's believable to fall in love with someone, but that's not the case.
I wake up everyday with the same routine everyday.
Wake up, get ready for the day, go do the things I need to do, come home, finish anything I need to do, then fall asleep just to repeat the same thing everyday.
I'm mentally and physically breaking down knowing that no one will help me.
The only person that helps me is my older sister, she's the one that cares about me the most.
She will forever be my hero because she saved me from my mental and physical war.
I'm not crazy neither is she but we're called weirdos in this game called LIFE.