I made it through a whole week. Monday- Monday...and then Tuesday morning...the yelling started again.
But I made it through a week. I'm thankful for that.
Thankful and happy enough to fake through a day.
Even with the other problems that came flooding in.
I had a feeling.
And it was right.
I made it through the whole day..except for one. ...
...One small, short moment of weakness.
But it's okay cuz you'll never know why.
Don't jump to conclusions.
Those... events...happened in a diffrerent order.
And it's okay.
Cuz I don't care.
Just be happy, okay?
I held you back, I weighed you down.
You're better off without me.
Though it sure didn't help...
This isn't about me.
Did this post make sense?
I hope it didn't cuz it's not supposed to.
Not to anyone but me.
And it's impossible to explain.
