the music blasts into my ears as i sit in a room full of darkness.
i think about everything.
all the people i see,
all the things that have taken place in my life so far.
i always wince from pain when i remember people that just left for others but i always remember what i got from it.
although it may not seem spectacular,
that change was good and at the end of the day you're still a good person.
don't beat yourself up over not knowing what you did wrong or what you could've done to make someone do something; you didn't do anything.
the feeling wasn't mutual and you know that.
my mind creates the flow of my thoughts,
and although it took a long time for that to happen,
im glad it did.
