I hate it when my parents come home from hospitals and dump large amounts of information on me, and then my mom gets annoyed that I don't talk to her about "my feelings." I don't like talking about my feelings. It's creepy. I don't really have any feelings anyways. I'm going to have to entertain my aunt for all of tomorrow because my mother is trailering for my sister's friend's mom who is in the hospitals with a migraine. Or something. This was supposed to be the year I got myself more normal and not so anti-social. And I was actually improving at first, but now I can't do it anymore. My dad might be rather under the weather for at least the next 6 months. My mom told me that there is a high probability of the cancer comming back for another two years. My grades are dropping and I'm sick yet again. I feel so exhausted. This world is not very safe. This dream never ends, you said This feeling never goes The time will never come to slip away. This wave never breaks, you said This sun never sets again These flowers will never fade. This world never stops, you said This wonder never leaves The time will never come to say goodbye. This tide never turns, you said This night never falls again These flowers will never die. Never die Never die These flowers will never die This dream always ends, I said This feeling always goes The time always comes to slip away. This wave always breaks, I said This sun always sets again And these flowers will always fade This world always stops, I said This wonder always leaves The time always comes to say goodbye This tide always turns, I said This night always falls again And these flowers will always die. Always die Always die These flowers will always die