January 13, 2010
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Couldn't sleep so I pretended I had somewhere to go.. a friend I could talk to. While eating my cookies with milk in our kitchen, I found the words to describe one of my haunting fears: when all is said and done, I'm afraid my parents will blame themselves for my "failures." They don't deserve any more heartbreak than they've already experienced in this life.
One night, while I'm laying in my bed, tears slowly falling onto my pillow, my hand stretched out to the ceiling for the ___th time, I will finally feel what I'd been reaching out for throughout all these years.... "Hold me?"
Tonight is difficult.
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