she sits alone in the empty house, wondering how she got herself into this mess, and if there is even a way out. she is in too deep and there is nowhere to go. being lonely is not fun, being sad is even worse, realizing you are coming to hate what used to be your favorite thing in the world is the rock bottom worst.

why does she fight? why does it hurt every time she gets angry? why does she get angry? Why cant she stand up for herself?

she sits alone, and in the silence and stillness of the empty house she cries, she cries because alone no one can see her, and ask her what is wrong, which makes her lonely. but at the same time she is thankful for the emptiness that hurts her, because she doesnt know exactly what is wrong anyways, and if someone was there to try and comfort her, the crying would just be worse.

How do you go about fixing something like this? this mess, it seems is more than she can handle.

sometimes...