The words won't come out right.

Run to me, and I will provide refuge. I promise.

I think I have been playing someone else's role for quite some time now. There shouldn't be anymore pretending. It's two in the morning and all that which fills my mind are regrets. This is sickening, both to the mind and to a third person's view. Others around have labeled me as being mature, responsible, and even wise. But for someone to be all those three things can be called something else; foolish. Based on my actions in the past and having the results now, I was indeed a fool. I have gained nothing.

This all sounds much more depressing than it really is. But I am not being pessimistic, I am just learning.

Looking back, if I just did things for myself once in awhile;
I would've had a direction,
I would've had much more for my mother,
I would've had you.

Who am I to lie, I can't change who I am. What a horrible habit.