August 21, 2010
Ache
I keep thinking to myself, you're about to break down, you're about to break down, you're about to break down!, and I grasp at my chest to hold off that terrible feeling of ultimate failure at life, praying that I can hold on for just a little longer. But the thoughts keep coming, the disappointment and regret. Especially the regret, something I try to deny. But I can't. I sit here in my room surrounded by these feelings of utter dispair, this absolute ache in my chest, and I'm ready to collapse.
I don't know if I am strong enough.
scullerymaid at 12:36 a.m.