One day, life won't be so complicated.There is still hope.
Everything is going to be alright.
I don't need to grow up.
There is always a bright sunny morning after the dark, depressing night.
I am sure there's the perfect person for me out there, waiting for me.
Jo hota hai, ache ke liye hota hai.
Or maybe, I was just looking at the world through a tinted glass sheet, painted in my own colors. And now, it has begun to gradually lift, exposing a world which I am just not ready to face. Not yet. Maybe never.
Sick of being misunderstood, sick of regretting things I shouldn't have to regret, sick of getting punished for decisions which weren't even mine. Sick of being told I am so and so person's most treasured possession, yet being unloved in every way possible. Tired of trying to live up to people's expectations, while knowing mine will never be fulfilled. Can't let anymore people down, can't be a burden for my loved ones. Not anymore. FUCKING SICK of being suicidal all the goddamn time, of knowing there is no hope for me. IS there no hope for me?