....

i'm not perfect, i'll never be perfect, i could never strive to be perfect..

i hurt myself again, because its easier to deal with the physical pain, rather than the emotional pain of everything slowly crumbling before me..

i dont know why i dig myself deeper and deeper into this mess that i call life..

the only positive i have it getting through the next few months until you're here..
i hope i can continue holding on until then..

i love you.