it’s funny how a couple of midnights ago, i was thinking of how scared i am to lose my life, but now, it seems like it’s not the worst thing that can happen. because today, i am scared of living.it’s so hard to be positive, when hate surrounds you. it’s hard to be happy, when life stops giving you reasons to. it’s hard to fake a smile, when you can no longer hold a real one. it’s hard to fight back, when they’ve already won.
exerting effort is tiring when you are left unappreciated. moving is exhausting when everything you do is a mistake. feelings are boring, when you no longer want to feel at all. living seems unworthy when you continously crash and fall.