I Can Do This.

A voice inside my head is screaming at me, asking me, "Why are you doing this!?" The other part of me is replying with, "I don't know, but it's hard!" Here I sit, drawing the oddest blank and I dislike that very much. What reason do I have to write? All I want to do is believe, never allowing the faith to die. I can do this. I'll be fine. I'm not too sure what exactly I'm doing, but I can do it. Letting someone go about their way should not be too hard, yet it is. Now he can either walk to me, or away from me. I guess I'm afraid he'll choose away. But I'll try my best to stay strong no matter what.