Estoy. Loca. Enamorada. De ti.

Friday, 12 February 2010

Cuz I fear I might break, and I fear I can't take it.. @ 06:05
I feel like dying.
Honestly. I really detest myself sometimes. I have the tendency, to hurt the people around me. Epicly. I've disappointed my parents, time over time. I've tried my best, in everything they enrolled me in. Fencing, Equestrian, Ice-Skating. I really really tried. Yet, when I show them results, they epic just say, "thats great, Audrey."
Do they even care?
If they do, why don't they show it? Do they know, I have feelings too? Do they know, that I have a life?
What good, would come out, of them taking away my social life? I have a life. I epic want to tell them that. I try my best to please them. Yet, I really don't get appreciated. My brother does, however. They cheer for him, they encourage him to do better. I get a fucking, "thats great." oh yeah, that's so great.. sigh.
It didn't use to be like this.

somewhere
too far for us to find.