I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

You Can Hear Rumors. But You Can't Know Them.

My Heart And My Trust Were In The Process Of Collapsing. And That Collapse Created A Vacuum In My Chest.

Why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It's Crazy!

A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough.