Many a night I cry… and wish I could have a better life. Be a better person, a different person. Not have to deal with the insecurities I have, or obstacles in my life. I just don’t like dealing with the hard stuff. I’ve realized a bunch of stuff this year. I can’t really think of all of them at the moment, but I’ve realized that you don’t always get what you want. I mean, sure I knew that happened, but I actually just realized it… Am I making sense?
I just wish life was easy like it was when I was younger.
But it just gets harder and harder. You just have to deal.
I don’t like being the person that I am.
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.