Can only run to God, and to this place. A little sanctuary I've built to keep me safe, to keep me sane.
Like now when I feel like sh**, and there's nowhere else I can turn to.
It's stupid, I don't really know how I got into this messy conflict. Reason why I got into this was for the end result, the graduation from a phase of life into another. Yet now I don't want the convocation ceremony, I don't want the gown or the flowers, the food or pictures. I just want my life after.
Leave or stay? Leaving not an option. Yet staying makes my heart break. Both push me to tears. Life's brutal.