Why is life so fucking hard? All I need is two days. Two days of just everything going my way. Two friggen days, GOD!! Is that too hard to ask? That way I can fix things. Fix life. Because I know you would never give me a Rewind button. And something needs to change.
Or give me an ear. An ear that isn't too full of it's own problems to listen to me. An ear that actually cares. Please, I'm not asking much, God. And I need this, my family needs this. My friends need this. I promise you, give me either of these two things and we could be so much happier. And I need to be happy, God. Before the Darkness swallows me whole.
I'm really not asking for much, and I give so much. I give so much that i'm bled fucking dry. I want to help, but I can only do so much. Please, give me this. Because I'm stuck in the quicksand, and I'm only sinking. there's no one out there offering me a helping hand. Their hands are too busy helping themselves.
I could give my "woe is me" spiel, about how I'm watching what's left of my relationship with my dad wither away. How my friends are tearing me apart. How my family will not let me grow. How my only love interest just got interested in someone else. That no matter waht I do, everything I write turns to SHIT!!!! But you don't want to hear it, so please, please just help. Because, I can't hold on for much longer. My fingers are slipping, and no one's there to catch me. And the Darkness is just waiting. Waiting patiently for that day when my arms give out, and I fall into nothingness.
I just need... hope.