With a tear soaked face, I pray to be happy...
There is not much in my life that I look forward to anymore, right now all I look forward to is the day that the tears will stop. I am tired of falling asleep on a tear filled pillow. I hate the fact that my mom worries every night because of the sobs she hears coming from my room. I grow tired of having to stop writing in my actual journal because the writing can no longer be read and the pages break from being wet. I don't want to look at my phone every 10 minutes because I may have missed a call. I don't want to be disappointed with the call ID. I am tired of thinking "Well what if I did everything different?" Or wondering what it would take to change things. But if others are happy, then good for them, but when is it my turn? When will the tears stop?