i held out for longer this time around, but my forced motivation now gets me nowhere, and even that bit's running out. no matter what i do, i end up in the same exact spot.
i keep searching for that something that will make things better, but i seem to be looking in all the wrong places, because i haven't found it yet. and i doubt i ever will. i doubt such a thing even exists. i have years of experience.
i break so easily... story of my life.
here i lie once again - broken.
pretending to smile through the cracks will only bring on more tears later... so why bother?
those who once inspired me now disgust me, yet i cling onto them with suc