a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal:
cutmedown
always
I am tired of putting on this happy face. I am tired of pretending to be strong. Telling people that I am focused. People turning to me for advice. Being the shoulder to cry on. When all that I want is too much to ask.
Always. Always. Always.
written on 2003-02-18 at 10:39 p.m.
she / lost