Goodbye.
Who am I to judge myself? That is covered by everyone else. Completely over high school and all it carries, which is a lot more than just less of knowledge, I’m on the way to My self discovery. I feel I will be allowed to do anything more freely when the roof over my head changes. I'm going to make friends and lose them; knowing things are for the best. I'm pessimistic, I'm mysterious, and have been told nothing else. Vagueness is my chosen fashion and opening up is very hard. Maturity has conquered me, though I don't think I've grown up too fast. I'm better with older people than younger. I have no desire to be a mentor. Though, one day it will probably happen. I’m in love with love, but never have loved. A story within it’s self. I seem always sad, and carry a lot on my shoulders, but here I am. And with contradicting lines and sweet hypocrisy, I’m trying to be happier, trying to get better. I’ll write my way to it if I have to. Though there is more that could be said, I don't know how else better to end it than this way...
If you must.
♥
If you must.
♥