Until We Bleed

im sick of the same. im sick of everything. except the ones i will keep with me forever. im sick of life. but im not willing to die. im sick of being me. im sick of people saying things. i hate how poeple talk. thats just what we do. and im not one to complain cos i do on occasion too. but im still going to say i hate it. and im trying to not be like that. i hate secrets. because its never a secret unless you only know. and then no one knows you have a secret anyway. once youve told one soul. theres a chance that one day it will be told to some one else. so even if its the most trustworthy person in the world. and you love them with all your might. one day that friendship is going to end. because things happen. and people change. and for all you wish you could do. you will let it happen. just because your in the mood that day. and in about a year or so you will look back. and wonder what the hell happend. but thats just it. you dont know. and something that small will brake a friendship that big. and thats over. for now.