Sometimes in life you’re bound to get caught in those tricky situations where someone could get hurt in order for another person to be happy. It’s inevitable. There isn’t any other way, at least not that I know of.
In the end, the happiness you get isn’t all that good n fulfilling. You don’t even think it’s worth it.
The sadness just won’t stop eating you up inside and suddenly all you got are a heart filled with little holes in it.
Faith.
I don’t really know what it means but I know that every person needs it.
And I still don’t have it.
So where does that leave me?
