why is this true? why can't the people in life understand this? do I even matter to them? I've let stuff go, but I think they've pushed it. I'm so ready to leave this fake bitches and move on in life. this summer is going to be so great
I was better.or so I thought. Maybe I was never better, but maybe it was this one person who made me think I was better. Its become evident now that shes gone, that ill never be better. I wont be her better, and I CANT be my own better.