I think it takes a lot of energy and hard work to pretend things are perfect. I think I’d get really exhausted trying to pretend that. Sometimes it takes a lot of guts and bravery to admit that things aren’t perfect, that they’re not even okay. How would anyone know I needed help if I was always pretending everything was fine?
Happy endings... (sigh) the real world isn't really full of them. But I do know this. Happy or not, an ending is just a new beginning. Life is full of second chances, you just have to accept that you messed up on the first one.
If you met me you would see me as the quiet one, the shy girl. But that's not what I want to be seen as. I have so much to tell, to write , to let out. I just want someone to *listen* and *care*. Is that asking too much?
