tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30452449398744847232012-02-09T23:27:55.758-08:00Shino Takahashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819131402224302599noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045244939874484723.post-36736950791335540412012-02-09T23:06:00.000-08:002012-02-09T23:25:35.372-08:00it feels like secrets are being kept from me.<div><br /></div><div>i wish someone would see the hurt inside without judgment. i wish people could trust me.</div><div><br /></div><div>i wish i could be a better person. </div><div>i wish the people i love would be treated the way they deserve. </div><div>i wish i could help them be happy.. but i can't. only make things worse.</div><div><br /></div><div>i want to live, but more often now, i wish the thing would come finish me already.</div><div><br /></div><div>i thought things could change. thought i made a difference. but in the end, my world has only become a smaller and darker place.</div><div><br /></div><div>i want to feel safe, but that safety may never come. </div><div><br /></div><div>no more medicine, no more therapy, no more feeling. just stop everything. let it do what it wants. its no use fighting fate. </div><div><br /></div><div>i wish..that the person i could trust would read my diary someday. my fears, my darkness, and the illness. what little hopes and dreams i may have left. i hope they are not bitter.</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't know how much time i have left. i ask for too much, and all this useless hoping only accelerates what's to come.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3045244939874484723-3673695079133554041?l=shinotakahashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shino Takahashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819131402224302599noreply@blogger.com0