The cycle of things that you wish didn't happen.When it happens,i just want to turn away and hope that all is wonderful again but the reality is either you go through it feeling dirty or don't bother at all.
Yet,it gets worst when you don't help but when you help,you have to fight to climb out pulling the other person's weight.At the fear of failing and unable to recover,i rather not do at times.But if i don't,i lost credibility of myself.I felt i won't be able to call myself worthy or having a heart for someone else.I just can't seem to escape from this.Am i escaping from problems?.Maybe i am.
I just wish to come home and let the rain wash away the pain away.