live in the love.

Who really cares? Unless I'm thinking of suicide and cutting you think this means I'm fine. You think just because I don't do these things I have a great life. You don't bother to care about how I really am. Sometimes all I want is for you to just care. For you to tell me I can make it through and everything will be good. Life will be good. Surely after all this is over life will be good, won't it?