tired, tired, tired

why do i care so much, who am i to do all this?

i wonder


anyways four more days to freedom, and a little more to the truth.
1 litre of tears? i must have cry around there inside
lets hope for a miracle because i feel so..

helpless now.

am i the only one thats left behind on the sixteen year old me or have i stubbornly refused to let myself grow up?

again, i wonder