After being, held up so high and thrown everywhere in every single direction,
smashed into broken pieces,
still trying to hold onto those pieces,
mending those cracks, gluing them together back in place,
only to get smash down again..
yet, as the pieces gets smaller,
it's harder to break them into smaller pieces.
as things gets rougher, we gets stronger..
like they said "what never kills you, will only makes you tougher"
I'm not afraid of bleeding anymore


sometimes things will not come back once you let them go
sometimes i wonder where i belong
sometimes i feel so lost
sometimes
it
just
hurts
so
much




*pictures taken prior to events*