You know that feeling?
When you’re just waiting, waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day.
That feeling of both relief and desperation, and nothing is wrong, but nothing’s right either.
You’re tired of everything, tired of nothing, and you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay, but no one’s going to be there, and you realize that you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you, but you…
Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else…
Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy…To be simple…To be helped…To be saved, but you know it won’t be. Besides that, you’re still hoping, wishing, and staying strong and fighting until the end with hope in your eyes…