"you know, life'll just get better one day.
we just have to wait for it to come."

I really hope so. But for now, let's just wallow in misery, sadness, and a whole load of low self-esteem, crying ourselves till we're drained and void of emotion. Emptiness and bleakness.
Maybe after the healing period, will we finally fill that hole inside, and be able to think happy. Maybe, then, will we know what to do, how to do, and learn to do.
Help me, give me strength, to overcome it.

"Life goes on, whether we like it or not."
How true, especially when I tell other people that. But how unreal I want it to be, deep down inside.
What're you waiting for? Go on with your own life.

It just reminded me. The only other time, I remember, being so bleak was when I failed History.
Pick yourself up, girl.