Tired of thinking.
Tired of being so busy yet trying to make everyone happy at the same time.
I wanna cry but no tears come out.
I’m tired of being misunderstood.
Tired of being alone.
It’s been a long day … too many of them … and I get home and don’t even know who to vent to.
I just wanna cry but no tears come out.
All in the name of graduation. And it’s only going to get worse from here.
That I know.
That I accept.
Just sometimes it’s difficult.
Sometimes I just need that “things will be okay” hug. That “if you ever need anything, I’m here” hug. That “you’re not alone hug”.