that i could be who i want to be meanwhile not losing myself.
I'd like to imagine a world in which it wasn't my fault that my parents divorced.
In the fact that i would actually like who i was and am.
That i would feel pretty, get the guys i want.
I'd like to pretend that my happiness isn't cause i'm covering a feeling.
That because of us our mother lives in a less then loving world.
That because i'm real i hurt peoples feelings.
But, maybe that's just why i dont get what i want.
That i have to keep pulling myself out of bed because moments are for those who live it, and its all gods way of teaching.
