there are bad things. with me there always are
it always makes me sad how people give me so much, how you give me more, and i don't even blink. i don't give back. i take more. Как кощей.
and i don't thank because i don't know how. it's a lot like giving an apology - i don't really know how to explain and i don't want to give excuses, because i hate excuses.
but it makes me so sad. so happy and so sad, because i don't give anything back.
i'm trying to always be there for all of you
and i'm trying my best to be my truest self to you, because you don't deserve less.
and i hate you for being so nice, because i'm not that nice and i feel like i don't deserve any of you.
and you, especially.