Our histories, our futures, our foundations, are hope.

[road_to_joyyy]

Theres a girl in my mirror, I wonder who she is... sometimes I think I know her... sometimes I wish I did. There's a story in her eyes, of lullabies and goodbyes. When she looks back at me, I can tell... she's hurting inside.

Now I regret the day we met, And help me forget your name.