Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Dust

Every time. Every fucking time.

It never fails. As soon as I find a reason to stay I'm given a reason to leave.
And just when I think there are more reasons to leave than stay I find another reason to stick around.

How the hell am I supposed to make the right decision with just as many pros as cons?

I'm tired of it! I'm tired of fighting and never winning.

I give up. I quit. It's not worth it.

Nowhere feels like home anymore.

Everything I touch turns to dust.

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