i will be found.

it wasn't hard to find me before;

so, i will find myself again.

* * * *

sometimes i get so mad, i want to stay mad.

i know this is unfair, but you are sometimes too.

he wishes we were perfect. but i know i am not.

i wish we were perfect. but i know we are not.

i question things when they aren't right.

who doesn't?

i want to remember the way it was.

i want it to be the same.

i don't want things to change.

and if they do, i just want them to get better.

we hate when we fight... but we do.

times like these make me feel halfway to hopeless.

i get scared sometimes.

i wish i didn't.

* * * *

if only we could be what we always wanted to be.

oh! but we can.

nobody said it's easy all the time.

* * * *

it's so much easier nowadays for people to hide how they're actually feeling.

BE REAL.

who cares if that means tears.