I'm hoping for the best, and preparing for the worst. It seems like I've been working for things I never stood a chance at having. I want them, and deserve them, but I'll never have them in my grasps again. That won't stop me from trying, though.
I have a bad habit of giving everyone these awfully dirty looks, but I really don't mean anything by them. I have this obnoxious laugh that you'll confuse with crying. Often I forget to speak, which most people find annoying. Apparently, I walk too fast and write too small.
I'm a hard girl to figure out, and I'm working on my life. I've made too many bad decisions, and I'm paying for it now. I may have been that kind of girl once, and I will always have her in me, but I don't want that to be who people see. I'm not a doormat, so stop treating me like one.
"Have you ever made a mistake, but gotten so far into it you didn't think you could turn around?"
Let me tell you this right now - you can always turn around.
