I want everyone to know

I need a shoulder. 

Work's making it hard to breathe. And i feel like crying sitting at my desk. Sigh pie. 

Dear you

I dont know what i want anymore. At one moment this seems to be the best decision. The next moment, my world seemingly fell apart. 

I'll just sit here till my thoughts sober up. Till my heart knows what it wants. Why would it matter anyway?