Believe

I refuse to be another statistic. I will not harm myself. I will not be THAT girl. That is not me.

What’s really sad? I can’t even believe myself, anymore. I wish..that I wasn’t so sad all the time. I wish I didn’t have to DEAL, ya know? Why does everything have to be so hard, but in reality I’M the one making it difficult? Can’t everyone just get along for five seconds? Can there be peace for five seconds? No, there cannot apparently. People…cannot grasp something they do not want to hear.