jueves, 8 de agosto de 2013

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The feeling where you stay up at night, stare at the ceiling, ask yourself an infinite number of questions. Then sat there and debate on whether or not you actually  want to know the answer.
The feeling where you wonder who trully cares about you and who is just using you;  who is there for you and who is so desperately waiting for you to fail. 
The feeling where you feel you're not good enough; that you need to be this, this, and this successfull and liked. You crave for the attencion you know you can't have.
The feeling where you get frustrated because it's physically impossible to be 100% happy. You want someone to vent to but no one will understand you. 
The feeling where you question your value, yourself, everything... and you think. Over think. All night. All you're left with, is you, yourself and a very dark place.