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We all have the ability to be brave. Not just a select few of us, but all of us. At any time. Giving up is not the way to live.
And slowly, softly, I'm writing my way out of you.
Her periwinkle eyes sparkle a bit after she cries, you know.
You shouldn't have to hide yourself, forever...
I can't stay away any longer... I can't hurt myself another day by not seeing you.
You're like the part of my life I know I can't fully live.
How can I start acting true to myself when I don't recognize the girl I once was?
Sometimes I take the easy way out, give up in little ways, but I always regret it. I want to start building up small victories, even if they only last a day.
These are challenging times, but these are the times when your voice is the most valuable. And you, love, should not hold it in.
And I'm slowly realizing it's fear that's holding me back from choosing, for what if I decide and it's not the correct path? Do such things exist as right or wrong choices?