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I realized that as a person, I hold on to the past, memories, letters, and pictures, everything that reminds me of the person that I cared about. I keep these memories because I believe in hope and I have faith that things will always change for the good, and when it happens I will be prepared. However, with holding on, there comes the intensive pain, anger, heartbreak, mood swings, that a person undergoes because they are holding onto something that isn't worth holding onto anymore, something that isn't meant for them.
This is I, a simple teenager just trying to make it to the next day without murdering someone and with life showing me things about myself that I didn't know about.