I think I should just go away. Run into the darkness. And never show my face again. Never return.
I don't like it here. I don't like the people here. Nothing that's left here is keeping me smiling. There's nothing left that's worth waking up for. There's nothing left falling asleep for, or to dream for. Nothing's working out.


I hate faking smiles. I hate faking laughs. I hate faking happiness.
Inside, I'm destroyed, I'm torn apart.
I'm so tempted to just run, as far as I can, with no intention of returning. But I simply can not. There are too many people who do love me, and are depending on me. I can't hurt them.