It's Monday night, and the apartment is a party,
Sometimes, I find myself in the happiest of companies and in the sweetest situations.
The only problem is...
I can't help
Sometimes, I just get really sad and I don't understand why.
I just don't understand.
My family thinks it is because I "left the church" but I'm afraid it is not that simple... In fact, it was much worse when I pretended to love the thing my family loved so much. I really tried so hard to be everything they wanted me to be. I never wanted to be a disappointment. I guess it came down to a decision. A decision of my happiness and theirs... I suppose I got a little selfish.