It's going to take a while to open new doors. Have new experiences. August 13th will be the day where three years will or will not be planned out right. I'm still me. I still feel like me. Just a little stronger - I guess. I'm not going to stop now. Whatever shit comes my way, I'll handle it. Don't turn away from the door. Open the handle. Breath. Just go.
I'm going to make it and you're going to make it.
YOU ARE READING
One-Shots @ Random
Randoms h o r t s t o r i e s a n d d i s c o n t i n u e d b o o k s ~Jelsa_G45PRINGLE (c) 2016
