I feel like I live in a world made of cardboard, always taking constant care not to break something, to break someone. -
My friend has 6 brothers.
I'm not dead yet...
The further you are sunk a lie, the more hurt you will be later when you hear the truth. It's harsh, but its reality. Someone has got to break it to you eventually, I choose to tell you early. Why? Because I care, Because I don't want you to suffer like others I have watched give up on everything