i'm so tired of being sad, so tired of feeling hate, rejection, worthless, but isnt everyong? even the people who you think have the perfect life have their problems. It seems to be so hard for people to look at the good things in life. i know  i have that problem. a couple of years ago, i was worried whether i would go through the day without getting beat by my mom, now i'm worried about how long it will be before one of us tries to break each other into pieces again mentally. we cant seem to go too long without hurting each other. Why is it pain never seems to leave? it morphs and grows not letting you go, keeping you in its dark clutches, blinded by the truth you cant seem to reach, the truth that will release you long enough to escape. i'm reaching but i'm just missing yet again.