I’m a good person, I’m going to grow up and help so many people, because I care. I’m going to treat my kids like they’re angels, because I’m sick of my parents treating me like shit. I’ll be happy, and successful, because I mean well. I’m going to grow up and show all of you that what I’m doing is right, because I’m sick of people telling me that I’m wrong. I’m a good person, and I don’t need anybody in my life to tell me otherwise.
You frequently think of all the times you used to share, because you know it was those times that made you the happiest you’ve ever been. But then you realize it’s called the past for a reason, and that sooner or later you have to put it on a shelf because you know you can’t live off of those memories forever.
There’s a difference between being a bitch and standing up for myself. I’ve been through so much fucking shit that I’ve learned not to take anyone else’s shit. So don’t fucking say I’m a bitch or I’m mean when frankly I’m just standing up for myself. The one thing that heats me up the most is…
Somewhere in between our text messages, our phone calls, our jokes, our laughter, our talks, I fell for you. But I’m afraid somewhere in between us being together, the arguments will start, the crying will occur, the jealousy kicks in, the boredom strikes & we won’t be the way we are now. I like how we’re getting closer, but I’ve seen people get closer just to slowly separate later on. That’s what I’m afraid of cause it’s happened too many times.
