Deciding to handle whatever you’re going through on your own. But people take it the wrong way and make the situation about themselves…is really the most frustrating thing in the world. I’m trying my best to pick up the pieces and put myself back together, but someone is always there to dump more shit on your shoulders. Once you believe you’re almost there and back up on your feet, there’s always that one person to push you back down and make you question everything you’re doing, but still trying your best to keep everything together. There’s always that breaking point. That feeling of being the lowest you’ve ever been. The emptiness. The loneliness. The bottom.


















