I hate this. I hate not being able to sleep early because I keep on overthinking, pondering over what I did that was wrong when I’ve been nothing but careful and I hate that this is affecting me so much. Crying everyday’s slowly taking a toll on me and my health especially. I need a breather.



I knew it was early but I’ve never been more sure about anyone in my life.

I was wrong. I’ve never been more wrong about anyone in my life.