what else can I do..

I feel like I'm being tested.

Not only by God, but by my friends as well.

As if all the crap I put up with isn't enough to prove I would never do anything to hurt them.

I am done. I can't do this anymore.. it's literally making me sick.

I don't know how to make you understand that I love you.

venir dans ma grotte..

there's a cave inside your arms

where I like to hide

it's where I feel at home

and where my heart and logic collide

chin up.

'With your eyes closed. Watching a strange show play out in your head, but you were smiling somehow.
And your day froze, and everyone in it sat still as a rose, but we were moving somehow.. Back to where we started, losing who we were. Everybody knows that, you'd break your neck to keep your chin up.'

People keep asking me how I am.

I don't know how I am, so please don't ask.

...

...

God, help me do this..

Effrayé..

It's strange how we can be so scared to lose someone, that we end up losing them for the simple fact that we are scared. Or how we can love someone unconditionally, yet we find it hard to let someone love us back..