I want so badly to grow up, get it together, to love and be loved. But that version of me seems so fake. She appears only in my imagination. The moment I feel I have a grasp on her, she slips through my fingers. And I can’t keep reaching back out for what isn’t there.
I got my heart broken and I survived, I failed 3 courses in university and graduated, I got rejected in the very first job I applied for and got promoted yesterday, I went through hard times with my family but then two years later, we laughed our hearts out over lunch, The closest friends disappointed me several times but I made new friends and loved them with all my heart. I did it once, I can do it again.