This is that one day. That one day I prayed for. That one day that I’d wanted to see start, but… now I want to end? Do I want to cry, or hate, or fake? when it comes it’s not picture perfect and not what they promised. I don’t know why. Why I tried to think it was all fine when it’s not. i’m done. i’m over. i’m finished. So i guesss this is the start of pain.