Somehow, one way or another... my emo self caught up again.
He somehow scream for attention from me...
Eventually, I let him overtake my body once more.
I am sorry Darling, not am I not strong, but I am acting in a way, not making things any easier for you...
(and so, I live in the dark in my room. Hearing parents talking and kids laughing just the opposite side of the door make me feel even lonelier. I just want to be drunk... and things would all look better)