dear diary.. thanks for being here with me. can i say something?
i feel empty. empty. empty. emptiness surrounds me. sometimes. i feel like. i want to run. anywhere.
leave everything behind. just to see who will find me.
but.... i know. it doesn't change anything. either i exist or not. all will stay the same.
running away doesn't solve my problems, it only creates more. i have to face it. but.
instead of facing this. im tired of trying.
When I was younger crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I'm older crying seems to be the only option.
