Sometimes the weight of the world is too much for me to carry. Sometimes I never feel good enough. I don’t have a bad life, my life is damn near perfect from a perspective. But inside I work so damn hard. So hard everyday just to get by. I try to make everyone happy. My happiness is slowly fading, but that’s alright. I live to make people smile. I take a lot of shit everyday. But it’s fine. I’m alright. Just know, I’m one step closer to the edge and one day I’ll fall. Just know, you contributed to it. Just know, I’m alright. You’re the one who fucked up, not me.
I love being called “love.” It sounds so classy.