I may say all this shit doesn’t bother me, but the truth is I keep all this shit bottled up inside just to keep that smile on my face. That stupid little smile that fools everyone. Well it doesn’t fool me. Every time I see myself I see every thing I’ve done. Every thing bad. I try so hard to be perfect in every way that I can but sometimes you can’t. Sometimes you aren’t going to win, and sometimes your life is just gonna be complete hell. But it does get better. That’s all I have been saying for the past months is it will get better, but when? When will It finally get better? Everything I thought would never happen to me did. I had nothing. Absolutely nothing. I miss my old life. I miss everything. I can’t live like this anymore. I need God to do me a favor and stop piling all this shit up on me cause i’m not gonna make it through it. One day I’m gonna loose it. That’s the day I realize nothing gets better and nothing will ever be the same.