I'm not as strong as I thought I am.

I'm like a piece of glass, once broken, no matter how many times you stick the pieces back, I'll never be the same. The breaks and scars remain. Leaving the soul shattered and sewn together by a tiny thread.

One day this thread will break, and the pieces will fall. And some will go missing.

Fighting

So I've decided to fight as that's what feels right to me. Going down without a fight seems so wrong that it eats at me.

Tonight I will fight for what I love, with that determination in mind, I can't give up. If I fail, at least I can say I've tried my best and it still doesn't work out. If I succeed, I'll be the happiest camper around. Wish me luck, wish me the best. For I will not go down without a fight.

Hurts

There are times when I wish a hole will just swallow me up, like now.

Is there a switch to turn emotions off? It seems to be what happened. I wish I have that switch now, so I won't have to deal with this heartbreak.