(no subject)
it's not about living for someone else. no one wills you to live. you're alive because you want to fight for it. whatever "it" may be, but that's another series of teenage journal entries for me to write. it's not easy to let people go or to get away from abuse. it's not about drastic lines in the sand, but the subtlety of moving off the beach. you needn't say farewell, either.