just another sad journal-where has waldo been?

So yeah. I know its been awhile. I don't write anymore. Taking pictures doesn't thrill me like it used to. I guess I'm just tired. Tired of everything. I told my parents a few months ago, about what I used to do. The way I used to deal with pain. It was terrible. I don't even want to get into that. I got the silent treatment and then my mother told me that she didn't love me and my dad just said he wished I could've been stronger. It hurt. It still hurts when I think about it. But I'm tired. I'm tired of lying all the time. I'm tired of telling people I'm fine. I love my friends, really I do. Ive got the best friends anyone could ask for. But I'm always the fixed. I like to fix things when they're broken. When people come to me I never mind lending an ear or trying to give advice. But maybe. Just maybe. I need someone to be strong and be there for me so I can let it go. I was always taught to bend over backwards for my friends. But now I'm starting to wonder how much more I can bend before I will break.

And that's all I have to say about that.