14th

I'll be coping with my life with the help of people surrounding me. Can't fall anymore, because I'm too broken.

I don't know if I should be contented with life this way, let nature take its course or fight for it?
For all I know, I'm fucking tired of fighting. Fucking exhausted, fucking tired of worrying all about you yet you don't give a single fuck to me.

People thinks I'm happier now.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I ask myself, am I really happy or am I just tired of controlling his fucking life.