Sometimes there is this feeling that you get inside and it is some cross between worry and dispair and emptiness.
That which once brought you infinite joy and happiness now only causes doubt and sadness.
This feeling, I hate it. It eats me inside and there is no one to confide in.
I suppose this is my confession.
That which once brought you infinite joy and happiness now only causes doubt and sadness.
This feeling, I hate it. It eats me inside and there is no one to confide in.
I suppose this is my confession.