"I'm a mess. A big one. The kind of mess that will never be solved. I cry over the things that hurt me, like family discussions, broken promisses or losses. I get jealous over what I will never have like friends who take you away on roadtrips and make you forget of the things that hurt or the smiles I will never receive. I get scared of the unknown like tomorrow morning or the future. I get anxious of leaving these four walls or talking to people who I might or not know. And I keep talking to myself every night in hope I don't forget who I am. A mess.
It's hard to be happy in a world that you never loved."
-arual