ma father always thought i was weak. and i the moment that mattered most, i was. i couldnt be there, i left, ran away.
i been pushing myself, to prove him wrong. i dont think i ran away cuz couldnt handle demise, i think its bcuz i couldnt handle feelings.
sometimes, it just feels lyk hell. it can push me forward into a dark future, or plunge me into a creepy past.