This is life. People will screw you over. You'll right with your family. You'll witness thing that will change you forever. You'll blame new lovers for things old lovers did. You'll come to realize that everyone has a past. You'll cry, you'll laugh, and you'll embarass yourself. But then, you'll find your cery own monent where none of that matters; where you can sit back and realize that crap happens to the people who can handle it and that this is who you are, and that no one should want to change you, including yourself.
