the hurt

sometimes i wish my way of living would be different. that the way i am would be different. i am too kind. too open and respectful with my loved ones. i care about people around me so much that i forget to demand things early enough to myself. it makes my position vulnerable. I tend to carry things i actually shouldn?t be carrying,.

big, burning tears running down on my cheeks. i stilll can?t believe it might be over. It might be the end. i still love.