People around me ask
"Are you okay? It must be hard! Your dad has cancer, after all..."
Inside my head, I hear voices, whispering.
"Don't let this get you down, keep moving in your life, do what you love... Sing, dance, write, act. Don't let this get you down, you're strong."
"You're being selfish, stop thinking about yourself, GOD you're such an IDIOT! Stop writing, stop acting, stop everything you love! Family is MUCH more important than your own f***ing happiness!"
What to do, what to do?
I always knew, I really did...
My life's been WAYY too good so far...
Something was bound to happen sooner or later
The balance must happen
No light without dark
No dark without light
*Yin-Yang*
That's the way it goes... I have no right to complain, no right to say life is unfair
Sure, my dad has stage 4 cancer
But I can't complain
What is this burning, throbbing pain in my throat... Sadness, anger, both, or neither?
I want to let it out... But it won't budge... It dares not move.
Life always has a motive
Life's not unfair...
(I can't find the notebook I wrote this in... If I ever do, I'll finish writing it here)