strong on the outside. weak on the inside. thats me.
i need that someone to hear me out. but at the same time. i dont wish for that someone to view the weak side of my life. everything’s turning uglier as days goes by. u know i know. things aint the same as they were before. same face, different body. i didnt want things to turn out this way too. problems filling the brim of my tolerance level. im almost drowned by them. but believing does help. sometimes.
fly is the keyword.