50% of the time I'm a tangled mess of emotions, so freaking unsure of what the hell I'm doing and scared I might be getting myself in too deep to ever get out. The other 50% of the time I'm just too tired of feeling, so I attempt to distance myself from my emotions (emphasis on attempt), which sadly never works. Remind me again why I'm such a mess.
It's funny though, I honestly love going to school, the people being the main (and perhaps only) reason why I actually bother to drag myself out of bed at the crack of dawn everyday. Hahaha or maybe I'm just grateful that there are people who bother to acknowledge my existence. I think I'm putting it a lil too harshly, but I honestly feel like such a waste of space sometimes, maybe it's about time I rethink whether I'm meant to stay on. It's getting too hard. Grrr I don't even get myself sometimes how can a thing like this be hard whaaaat am I saying.
Guess what, I'm getting too emotionally attached, but I don't even care. This place is worth all the emotions in the world.
"Those who are hardest to love need it the most." - Socrates
