Why I do the things I do.
Why I ignore my best friend. For them? … or me?
Why I ever stopped writing. Was it because it to avoid the pain? … or the truth?
Why I put up a front. Is it to protect everyone around me? … or myself?
Why? Why don't I just face who I am and live it up?
Why don't I just confront the person who stole my heart? Because I'm afraid? Or because I want him to go away?
Why do I always read when I feel like I'm about to break?
Why do I screw up so much? Because I don't try hard enough? Or because I try too hard?
Am I really THAT selfish?
Why?
Why?
Why?!
Am I really THAT selfish?
Why?
Why?
Why?!
Holy. Yes. "Why I ever stopped writing. Was it to avoid the pain? ... Or the truth?" Such good writing.
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