I’m having a hard time.

I’m a mess. I’m all torn up inside, tired of it all. I’ve been through too much, in so little time. I don’t know when, but one of these days, I’m going to explode. It’ll all come out. The bottled up feelings and unspoken words will be open and spoken. Right now, life ain’t so great. Sometimes, I just want to go away. Get away from this disaster, I call life, and just live an easier one. Drama free; no bullshit. I thought I could do this on my own, make it better and all that stuff… I’ve reached my limits. Hell, I’ve passed my limits. I feel vulnerable. Go ahead and attack me, it won’t do any harm, though. Nah, there’s nothing you can say or do to break me. What I’ve already been through, has made me stronger. Yeah, I’m tired, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not giving up on shit, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve reached passed my limits, but that’s only the beginning. I will go evern further, if I have to. And I said I felt vulnerable, not that I was vulnerable. Like I said before, attack me. Trust me, you have no idea what you’re up against.