I'm done.

I can honestly say that I don't care anymore. I pretend I do so no one worries and tried to change me, so know one has to constantly wonder if I'm okay. But everything's a mask, you know?

Now, I do, in fact, have a reason for being this way:

I was made this way.

Pathetic right? I'm just tired of being brought up then crashing down again. I hate feeling like shit if I can avoid it. I'm just done. I say it a lot, but people don't get it. Even my closest friends and family don't. I'm not very fond of crying over people. I don't like crying myself to sleep every night like I have been for the last year and a half. Never fails. Every night.

I'm just done, even if you don't believe me.

Andre Berthiaume said, "We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin."