hiding in my closet.
everyone has their own story to tell. i tell mine in bits and pieces. things are always missing because i really can't let you knoe me. don't walk into this world and think you can be something. change. help. because you can't. let me entertain you for a while, before you find something else.
maybe one day i'll be able to tell you this story. raw. uncut. whole. like me. the way it was supposed to be told be never was. this past month, i tried to let go of a lot of things. things i thought were already gone but really, just pushed under a pile of dirty clothes hiding in my closet.
but i realized, i don't want to let go. at times i want to forget the past 4 years, but really. those 4 years have made me smile. things got so intense where pills couldn't even deal and tears were runned dry. but now, everything is worth it.
things are gonna get better, i promise. we don't need anything in this world. we already have it all.