It’s crazy to think about everything that has happened to me in the last two years. The shit I had to go through just to make it here. All the people I had to force myself to just smile and walk by them, the days I let people I once loved hurt me and be okay with it. The night terrors of all the things I allowed to be bottled up inside me. I know I’m not the most good looking, not the funniest, not the smartest, but I love the things that make me up. I know my flaws and I been through many mistakes and I do learn from them. Surrounding myself with the people I know that love me and that will support me, even when I don’t want it. I’m not grown, but in growing. No one is ever grown up. Age is a number, maturity is a matter of owning up to the things you do. It’s simple, in my life I enjoy the little things, ill be happy and ill eventually let go of the things that keep me captive in the dark, the things that hurt me continuously. Because I know better. It’s a day by day process
