Miserable

Shit happens. I always end up not saying what I feel because I'm trying not to hurt anyone by any means. It's just not what I'm good at.

I have to admit that i like to keep things to myself.

And at the end of the day I would drown in my own thoughts.

It can be ultimately suffocating.

That I need to spill it somehow.

Being clingy and needy is not all about me.

I believe in the fact that we should not burden any one with our problems.

But it would be really helpful if there is someone who is willing to listen to all the rants.

I wonder how it feels to end it now?

Can i live with that?

No one knows.

Sure as hell it would tear me down.

Somehow I'm grateful for our little infinities.