have you ever felt so lost...
with no one to turn to..
you're afraid to confide in someone for fear of being judged..
your conscience too great of a burden... it eats at you... you wish that you just dint have one sometimes...
you started it... n now others follow..
you've tarnished it... n now the consequences are yours..
why do i have to be such a 'mum'?
why can't i act my age and be more rebellious or childish and make mistakes typical for my age and just dont give a frock.
you've molded me... a bit too well..
and now...
even words forsake me this time and towards the end.. i still feel as i did in the beginning.
i want to tell you... but i just cant.
Your dissapointment will kill me.
or i might be depressed. I'm trying to think reasonably... but it seems like whats bothering me can easily be shrugged off by others...
i search for the answers myself... on the net... and what i get further cements it all..
I think i might be pms-ing.
Everything i feel is just magnified 100x...
I need my mum T_T
