why?...
Trust me. No matter how much you try, no one will change their opinion about you unless you really change yourself first. How many times do I have to cry on my rooftop with Conan Gray in the background? How many times do I have to rethink my life? How many times do I have to remove the thought of doing the unthinkable from my mind? It's exhausting, eveything. It's exhausting to breathe. It's exhausting to think. It's exhausting to live. I am surviving, not living. When will this change? Why is it the way it is? Why? why?...