You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t. Here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power. But you won’t, no you wont. Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t.
Too bad my morals are so high.
I keep having dreams about my ex boyfriend. And in my dreams we either are yelling at eachother or making up. Fuck. This.
I am flawed, and emotional, and even a cranky bitch at times, but that doesn’t make me feel any less proud of myself and my accomplishments I’ve made throughout almost nineteen years of life. I am happy, and I don’t need anyone there to make me that way. I have surrounded myself with amazing people that mean the world to me. I have grown to fully realize that my life will be whatever I make it. And this town? Everywhere is just like it. It how I chose to perceive it that makes all the difference. I am working my way towards not only success, but a more happy, independent me.
I grew up a little bit in the past twenty-four hours.
