*sniff*

why do i feel the overwhelming need to cry?
these late nights are bad for me... melancholy sam i am...

is it becuase im lonely...


tonight i was reminded again how childish i am. how can i be 18 in just over a month... and me here complaining about it is making me seem even more childish...

i wish there was some one i could complain to...

heh.... silly memory coming back. dave telling me, that i should complain to God...

i long to be a child of 9 again, running to my mum when something went wrong, and telling her all about it, while crying. i felt loved, protected. i knew that after i told it to her it would all be alright...

but no. i am not longer 9. my mum is no longer here for me to run to when ever i need it
maybe i do just need to suck it all up.
maybe the world really is terrible, and hurt, and that i am going to get broken by it even more...

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