Angel of The South: A Southern Belle's Tale
You know I can’t help how fragile I am. I can’t help that I have this strong facade to cover up that I’m porcelain. I can’t keep up. I can’t have this pain continue. I overwhelms me and I am already always tired. So tired. What I do takes so much effort and motivation on my part. So much mental effort to make it physical. Leaving me drained. Why can’t you see my reality? Why can’t you see this depression that surrounds me? Why must I continue alone in my despair? Why must I justify that you care?
