It’s actually so hard for me to keep my head up because I’m tired of having to be strong all the time.

I used to pray we’d grow older and be happier, but now I wish it was still 2008 and we all shared our pain with each other.

I just hope you know that I still think about you and I still want you to be happy. As much as I thought I would be part of that, I know it’s better for me to silently pray for you.

So many scenarios come to mind whenever I think about you.

My life is missing something.

I just can’t believe my own mother could say such heartless things about me

It’s like the closer I get to leaving, the more you try to keep me around. I’m sick of being treated like a child when I’ve been taking care of myself for more than half my life. Yeah you gave me life, but you also try to take it away from me every chance you get. This is it. I’m done.

I feel like I’m always going to have a soft spot for you and it sucks because I know it’ll always be like this.

I truly wonder what it’d be like if distance wasn’t a factor. Would I want to be with you? Would we vibe the same? Or does the distance make this intriguing?

Had a moment and it came and went.

I don’t even know how I feel anymore.