You know. I've always had this silent wish that my parents would come to me one day and say "Honey. This was all a game. We're billionaires and We just wanted you to know how it feels like to live like a normal person before we told you"

Hah! Crazy right?

A few days ago instead of hearing that I get to hear "sorry honey. But I won't be coming back home after today. It's not working out for your mom and I anymore" 

Ugh! What to do? There's nothing I can do about it. There's nothing to say.

I still haven't gotten over it and I don't think I ever will, but I keep hoping I do soon.

I feel like I'm losing my smile thanks to all of the shit I've been through these past few months.

But it's nothing I can't handle. Could've been worse right?
So I'm just hangin in there, ready for the next blow to hit me.

Cause I know it's close. I can feel it coming from a mile away. But I'm ready!

Come on!! Hit me!! I'm waiting to see what's next!!