I'm trying my best to move on, to let go like I said I would....
I don't think I can. I never was an insomniac but lately I've been acting like one. I've had endless sleepless nights wherein I sleep late, wake up early... I'm still as big as a mess that I've ever been. I'm trying my best to stay strong. To stay strong in front of my little brother, who hates it when I cry, and in front of my mom, who might start crying if I start crying. But I can't do it anymore. I'm sick and tired of being strong. I don't think I can take it anymore. Sooner or later, I know I'll end up breaking down... And I don't want it to happen like the first one did.....
I've spent a lot of time thinking the past few nights, ever since my birthday. I feel like you're trying to tell me something... Is this just wishful thinking? Or is there something you really want to tell me?
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I really hope it's the latter one.
