When you love someone, truly connect and find that there is no one else like them, isn't it worth taking the risk for them? for you? I am so worn down I find myself giving up on school, and friendships, and eating; yet I still make an effort for the boy I love. Why do this to myself? Why subject myself to a fallacious future? I've lived so long in my juvenile reverie, that I now have no way out. When my fears and nightmares take over my mind, I find solace in thoughts of him. Where will I find comfort in five years? No god can save me, and no therapist can fix me. The only hope for me is that I can find hope in me.
