[Complete Love.]

I have no strength to type. But my mind is racing. What will they think. I cant even think about it. How am I worrying what they are going to think when I cant even bring myself to think about it. I dont know. I just dont know what to do. ... . .. I'm trying hard. Yet i'm still dying. And i'm lying about how i really feel. Because hell no, people are always more important than me. I wouldnt dare say i'm sick, because you need help more than I do. Whats there of me anyways. Who would be there to fight for me and stand by my side if I opened my mouth and spoke. So I remain silent. Every day. The light is fading away. And yet, still you dont see that. (as i space out and everything gets blurry.) My butt bone hurts. Cant sit anymore. Going to go try and sleep. oh joy.