*edit.

ive done what i think i should.

maybe it's not enough for you.

but it's all can manage.

sometimes i wish i could run into your arms and cry out all my troubles, but im no longer sure if you'l still be there.

school's getting trying and i dread it.
and i hate living in constant confusion, not knowing what's happened and why things are like that.

i cant help but feel dismayed.
so that's what it's made of.
something fragile and easily broken at the slightest jab.
something that cant brave through the storms and rain.

16 days.

STUDY ):
running low. my confidence my self esteem my energy my soul my happiness my life.