Let go.

27. I don't like the number - 27.

life's so painful, i'm so fucking tired so spare me the agony. sigh. if i'm given a choice, i wouldn't want to see you there that day. everything would remain the same, no promises, nothing. now you feel happy, forget all about me and neglect me. it's a long way down. i've been trying to breathe but i'm fighting for air. you used to be always there when everything falls apart, but now you're no longer there. i'm feeling very confused. you knew, i was having a difficult time moving on, why did you have to make it worse. why are you so insensitive? sometimes, i really don't feel talking to you at all. i'm letting go of all i've held onto.

may you tell me something sweet to get me by? for once more.