I'm so tired. I'm so tired and sick of being a coward. I can never ask questions straight because I'm afraid. And I'm sick of feeling different things after another day. I'm still thinking about it whenever I listen to music and how one day, I would say all the things I've wanted to say. I'm sick and tired of feeling pitty and then anger and then confused. Sometimes I pretend to understand things but deep down I don't really. I really need an explaination. I'm not smart, I have all my previous results to prove that.
I miss you. So much. If only I knew if you were proud of me. If I could make you proud, someway.