i think i’ve figured it out. Things fall apart. When you have no control, take in a very deep breath, exhale and let the shit go… and i’m ready, i’m so ready to not be worried, to not cry only sad tears, to not be concerned about someone who’s not concerned about me and to make myself happy. i’ve spent too much time fighting.

What the hell have i been fighting for anyway? i waited a hundred years to hear one person say one thing but hearing it didn’t do anything but make things more complicated. It’s all i ever wanted but i’m terrified of it. It doesn’t feel the way i imagined it would. Things didn’t get easier but i am stronger. So, i still hope for the best and the best doesn’t have to mean that we get to be together forever, i’m not even sure i want forever. All i really want is to live more, work more, school more, read more, travel more, dance more, love more and be loved more.

i’m done fighting and i’m not even going to try to figure things out, i don’t even have time.