Currently listening to: I'm not okay (I promise) by My Chemical Romance.

Happiness is elusive; it flits maddeningly just above my eager grasp.

And when it finally does succumb, you're filled with a profound sorrow because you know it's going to be temporary.

What if you've been given two options - options so impossible that you know both outcomes will make you lose someone dear to you?

I've never lost faith in myself until now.

I'm scared of disappointing or hurting everyone dear to me - my family, my friends, him.

I'd like to believe I'll be alright. I'm weak, I know. But I draw strength from the fact that you'll be there to help me up when I fall.





To you: Thanks for calling me up at ungodly hours of the morning and listening patiently as I cried. Means alot to me. Really.