"i'm just so tired of being tired,"

you whispered, your palms covering the lakes pouring down your cheeks. the sun was setting behind us; a picture perfect moment was something that happened often to you, wasn't it? with your styled hair and expensive clothes, you had everything in your hands.

how is someone so sad when they have everything?

"you don't understand, no one does, but that's okay,"

if only you knew.