I can’t sleep again. The little things haunt me but I know they shouldn’t. It’s too hard to ignore and it bothers me. I got the feeling I hate again. The sharp pangs through my chest keeps on breaking me down. I hate this feeling. I really try so hard and I’m sick of trying when what I try for tries for something else. I just want this sadness to turn to happiness but Im starting to believe it won’t exist for me never
