when i cry from stress, but then it turns into crying for my family, crying over my past mistakes, crying about things that i can't fix, crying because i don't know if i'm doing things right, and crying over everything happening in my life.
someday i will have my own place. my world won't be confined to my room. i will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. i will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. i will go out whenever i want to. i will survive long enough to have that