Do you ever get to that point where all you want to do is break the fuck down? When you physically and mentally can no longer handle being the one that everyone relies on and turns to. Your mind gets clouded with negativity even thought you’re struggling to prevent that. One person can only handle so much before they completely lose themselves in what it’s all supposed to look like. There is nothing more hurtful than counting the billions of times you’ve heard people say “I’m here if you need me”, and then looking around and still being alone. We all can only be the people that we are- we can’t change or morph into someone else. The truth is inevitable and we all let our real colors bleed through when reality hits, wether we want it to or not… would you be proud of those colors, from an outsiders point of view?