A bucket of tears are kept inside, waiting to gush out right away.

Suprises. When was the last time I heard that word?



Talking positively to myself hasn't been working well.
I guess it's time I give up.
Dear god, do I really have to get used to the fact that things/people will change, whether I like it or not?


I need to be held, I need to be told that I'll be loved.
No matter how long it takes me to change, even if I'm bad, I'll never be left alone to do that.
I need a hug, a big tight hug.
I need to be sercure.
I need the love of God now.