Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. For everything.

-love, Ching.

I'm so tired man, i can't even live right

I'm trying so hard to trust again but damn

My sister is asleep...i feel sorry for her waking up and seeing my state. I feel sorry for the man who's still waiting for me. I can't do it anymore...I'm sorry...I'm sorry

I relapsed...

But for now...it feels so heavy...I feel so hurt

God I feel so guilty...if I live by tomorrow I'll just delete this mess of a post

I'm so tired. I just...I just want it to be over...I'm sorry I could not keep my promise of being strong.

I don't know why I am still holding on for a tomorrow that was never meant for me. On a promise that my life would be better. To be called a blessing when every voice in my head screams that I am nothing but a curse