Oh it makes me so emotional. How people say "I miss the old, happy you". Partly because I do too. But also because that girl will never come back. I was innocent. Happy. Sweet. The list could go on. But then reality happened. People ruined me. They took me and twisted my brain and lied to me. But is the new me really that bad? Oh, I don't even know anymore. I've learned to stand up for myself. I got rid of people that were poisonous to me. I started expressing my feeling through art and poetry. I found out you ALWAYS need a plan B. You need to have role models. You also have to do what is best for you. I let the music become my friend, but there were those moments the music wasn't enough, but I dealt with it. Friends that would take a bullet for you leave suddenly. Your life starts crumbling apart, and you have to deal with it and act like everything is fine. It's not, But no one can know that. Reality is harsh, and you deal with it until the day you die. Oh, isnt life fun, darling?
