How can I be happy when my heart is worn down and I'm protecting my aching wounds? You don't even know how I feel, do you? I don't know if happiness is waiting for me at the end of all this endurance. Will it come first, or will it break me? If I'd just lived a normal life, this wouldn't have happened. I'm tired of all the effort I put into being cute, all the words I want to be told. Please tell me I'm cute now. Love me. I just want you to hold me tight.
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How can I be happy when my heart is worn down and I'm protecting my aching wounds? You don't even know how I feel, do you? I don't know if happiness is waiting for me at the end of all this endurance. Will it come first, or will it break me? If I'd just lived a normal life, this wouldn't have happened. I'm tired of all the effort I put into being cute, all the words I want to be told. Please tell me I'm cute now. Love me. I just want you to hold me tight.