I'm not living. i'm just killing time

U know that feeling when u're just waiting..waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, falling into bed, and just let everything out that u kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. but nothing is right either. and u're tired. just tired. tired of everything, tired of nothing. and u just want someone to be there and tell u;

"its okay baby, everything is gonna be alright. if its not alright, u know that u can ALWAYS have me whenever u're in need."

ever listen to chris medina? what are words if u really dont mean them when u say them?.. thats it.most people, they dont really mean or maybe they dont really know what its mean or maybe they just dont care.

so yeah u know no one's going to be there. and u know u have to be strong for urself, because no one can fix u. But u're tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. and for once, u just want it to be easy. But u know u won't be..

But u're still hoping. and u're still wishing. u're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in ur eyes. you're fighting..and this is exactly how i feel right now. i'm sorry if u think that i get too carried away with all those shits happened in my current life, but yet u have to know even the strongest can be broken. and so am i...

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