my mother made me promise her i wont do anything stupid again.

it sucked so much that a simple kind word made my world crash down.
i heard all your voices on the bus, and there were too many sad thoughts, awful conclusions, warm tears, and awkward glances from strangers.

today is one of the few days i go home wishing i wasnt myself.
and the sky looked so beautiful, that it hurts to be alive.

i dont deserve everything.

i needed to get out, and air to breathe.
i asked for an early leave form, not because of the throbbing head.
but due to the tired mind and the fact that i cant swallow anything any longer.

my mind has to be cleared of everything,
and my heart has to be assured that its cared for.

it would take a few days, but i can wait.
i keep promises.