and i'm happy, really i am.

keeping up with these distractions. time for self-improvement.

i don't need anyone holding me up.

but sometimes having a hand that would reach out, a hand i could take in mine and like having there, a hand that would keep holding on even when i grasped too tight would be nice to have.

and sometimes when i say i dont care its just me hiding my disappointment. but don't worry about me.