and it all boiled down to one thing.
in the end, i cried alone.
no bamboostick, no nana, no nobody.
with nothing but my baby and that.
while they had fun out there.

i think its ironic.
my family just can't tell.
or maybe they're just pretending,
trying not to believe what's before their eyes.
well i'm sorry,
but i can never be the daughter or sister that you want.

this life is filled with hurt
when happiness doesn't work.

what's to stop me?
nothing but myself.
11:39 PM
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