The Space Between The Sand And The Sea By Nailinthewall

random thought

I really hate myself now. I've wished I was dead for so long. I've been dreaming of an escape but there are only fire exits and they lead to nothing. I really want to bawl about how much I hate my life. I don't want to wake up ever again. But I do every day. I find comfort in knowing that I still have a friend. I know that they'd expect better, so I'm trying to be better. I love him and that is what love does. It strengthens you in your weakest moments. And I need a leader, a protector and a comforter.