Typical my exams start next week, I need to do well to get into uni and my brain decides to fuck everything up again. That's why I'm back.
Like always I told myself I could control it this time, it wouldn't get as bad as last time I'd do it on my own and I'd fight it because I needed to, I mean I wasn't strong enough to go through it all again. And, like always, it did get bad and I couldn't do it on my own I was right about one thing though I'm not strong enough I'm not strong enough for any of this right now, not for my exams, for moving away or for lying to everyone I care about to cover up the fact that inside I'm dying.
Why is life never easy? Why, however hard I try, cannot I not get rid of this? And why is the sky blue?
^At the moment the last one seems the easiest to figure out. Ironic huh?