...life is so fragile, so delicate and soft. Sometimes I understand it, and other times I dont. Bad days, on any scale take a hardened heart, dark room and a patron shot or two... to make it thru.
...fighting back tears is not fun
...trying to explain how you feel, when you know that the person cant hear ...you
...waking up hoping that yesterday would have vanished and today you will feel a new...
...this bad day will soon be marked off the calender and added to the list of bad days that made me stonger in some sort of way.
...I choose to use silence, because no matter how elgoquent my words be expressed, you cant articulate pain..
Just another bad day.
xoxo
cityy
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