194 words read I am far from being anyone's sunshine, and thus after our conversations end I cannot help but feel like it's all a joke. It's a lie kept up which is feeding my heart and mind in unimaginable ways.
Two a.m. in a bathtub. The only water on the tile is the pool of tears I've created. My mind is racing with every single thing I could possibly fucking think of. I need a break. I need a break. Two a...