I guess I'll just keep telling myself that.
"Just breathe, Chelle, it'll all be okay."
But truth is I'm tired. And not just physically.
And you can't even see that I'm trying.
It's just that it seems that no matter what I do it'll never be right, never be enough.
When did I become not worth it?
But, I guess what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I'll succeed, or I'll die trying.