I've been chasing a dream, I've been searching a place where I could feel like myself. It's all been black and white until I found a place where I could be me. Where I could be free, and that was finding my journal.
I don't know what happened...
How can you be somebody's world one day and not be the next? Why'd he push me away when all I wanted to do was love him?
I guess he needed to find himself and it wasn't my fault but it felt like it...
Its the most painful thing I've ever had to do because I still love him and I don't think he loves me anymore.