I’m always thinking that you change and it will be better than last time, but I’m always wrong. I’m always hoping this is the time that everything changes. I usually believe that there is something good in this world, i never gave up on you. I’m still sticking to you..but I’m exhausted. Still loving you and waiting that you will open and let me ib, is exhausting.
I’m still here, but I don’t want this anymore. I’m exhausted.
*6AM after working on art since 7:30PM, shakes Mom awake* "Hey Mom, mum-MOM!" Mom: "What?" Me *whispers*: "I finished a flower" Mom: “Good job, sweetie.” Me as I leave, stumbling into the wardrobe: "Now time to edit the video!"