It's tough. I'm so easily swayed, it's not funny. I wish for more stability, trust and conviction. Anything to tell me that I'm doing the right thing for myself.
This needs to get better. Fuck I wish I know the recipe to success. I just want to be happy with it, not knowing what I am missing out on. Is that fucking possible?
Life is hard here. Don't make it event harder for me. I have a mouth but I can't speak. I have ears and I'm hearing more than I have to. I have eyes but they seem to be meant for tearing.
Give me something to hold on to, anything. Anything that tells me, "Melvina, it's okay. You are going to be alright."
Help me out here, God.
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