Finally Broken
I'm done… I'm done fighting. I'm done trying. I'm just done.
What am I supposed to do!? Just keep getting up? No… I will not anymore. Is this what it takes for me to have some peace of mind!? I have to give up? Well fine, you win. You all win. I'm nothing, just like what you’ve always wanted me to be. I'm done. I'm so so so done. Maybe I want the wrong things. Maybe I'm the one who needs to change. Maybe I need the reality check. Nothing matters to me now, except the commandments of God and his son Christ Jesus. Nothing else matters!!! I don’t care about love anymore. I don’t want it! I can’t handle it… Friends, what’s the point? Letting people close to you results in destruction. They can take advantage of you. They can crush you. I just can’t take it. My heart is so broken, and the broken pieces feel like they’ve been covered in acid. It’s just slowly dissolving.
I guess all that spirit and ambition was pointless. Who knew it would take a bunch of pressuring people and situations, and the perfect guy getting too close to break me… That’s right, I said it.
I'm finally broken…
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