lost, broken and confused. everyday i manage to ask myself " God, why me? it's kinda hard dealing with the lost of my parents at the age of 15, it's hard to let go when i wasn't ready to. i've officially given up on hope, happiness, everything." i say write in my journal. ☽ meanwhile ☾ "i've finally found her, it's impossible to believe that she might be the one, my forever." | an| lower case intended