sometimes...

i just don't know what to say anymore.

i hate the silence.
i hate the apologies.

tucking fibs into a cookie jar

i honestly don't know if i'm getting better.. or worse
i don't know which one i prefer

i just want to sit down and read a good book

excitement doesn't even live in me anymore
i don't know what is going on
i can't allow myself to be happy when the people i love aren't happy
(maybe they just don't allow it)

sick of being sick
tired of being tired
i need a break