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sometimes i'm absolutely certain why i love you and i always will, then i think of all the shit you did to us, and wonder how anyone could ever love someone after all that. you make me confused, but i guess love is love even when it doesn't make any sense. even when you're not here, and even though my love is slowly fading, and i'm slowly falling. i know there was a time, where i wasn't in this alone.
i'm tired of being sad, i'm tired of crying, i'm tired of heartaches, i'm tired of feeling empty inside, i'm tired of feeling inadequate and helpless. i'm tired of how insecure i am, i'm tired of how my emotions fly around like a fucking roller coaster ride. i'm tired of being alone, i'm tired of the world. i'm tired of pretending to me someone i'm not, i'm tired of dreaming a life, that i know it will never happen. i'm tired of missing people, i'm tired of people walking in and out of my life. i'm tired of myself, i'm tired of being angry. i'm tired of lies, i'm tired of empty promises. i'm tired of wishing things could start all over again, i'm tired of not being okay. i'm tired of wondering when i'm finally going to be happy.