Wow that hits me hard…
May 2019 will be the year with no regrets, no disappointments and no more broken hearts.
Please, 2019 be a good one
Let all the bad things stay in 2018 and let 2019 be the year where we finally get happy
And to realize this hurt even more
I have reached the point in life where I hate all the presents my mom and people get me. I hate it but it’s true. I wanna be young where I was just happy to have something and not feel heavy disappointment and sadness about the fact that after 27 years you can’t find me anything that fits me. That even the most inexpensive present is something that isn’t me. Growing up is a weird thing ya know?