Problems
I was going to get very deep tonight and write about my life and problems, and what actually made me cry tonight and get in depth. Then I had a my cry and feels, and fought through the tears on my drive home. and then i sat down to write it out. And then I just didnt care. Im tired, so god damn tired. And then I rememberd why I dont own guns. I would have painted these walls red. But im good. Im just tired of being the shoulder that carries everybody elses weight. Im tired of being the rock that knows the solution. I dont know the solution, I just try my best. I dont have answers or solutions. Im just trying to be the best I can be for other people, and sometimes I fall short. Im tired, so god damn tired.