I fight for what I love. I don’t work on something too damn hard just to give up. If I want something, I strive for it. Even if it kills me slowly inside.

On the other side of all this dramatic, childish bullshit/

I need to become bestfriends with myself again,

let everything go,

focus on school,

art,

music,

focus on my life, not my life with him since he is moving.

Story of my life.