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.
My life is going downhill, and I’m lost on what to do.
Keep calm and carry on.
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.