turn around

This is the part where the end starts when I can't hold on anymore and I feel like the world is just a super size merry go round sometimes your finger loose their grip then we all fall down. In 33 more days, I cannot turn to anyone for help. I have to sit there and face the music. I hate this part right here, because I can't handle anymore tears. I can't believe that I have grown up. I hate this part right here. Because my eyes are full of tears. I gotta to do it eventually, face the music and live by the rules on earth. Although I hate this part right here. I know someday I will be much more stronger than I am right now,

until then,