Here I am, at 22:38pm crying my eyes out. And why? Over nothing other than life.
I feel so alone.
I feel so trapped.
And, sometimes I feel alone, sometimes I feel like I’m not that strong. Sometimes I feel so frail, so small; sometimes, I feel vulnerable. Sometimes, I feel, a little fragile.
Is it any wonder why I have this very clever front? To smile, to laugh when it is necessary to.
Allow me to be free.
I love you, please, allow me to be me again. I want Ry-Ry, not Ryan.