Sometimes i admit, that its all a lie. The image seems so real. I break down and cry because its what i want, half. Searching for excuses t accept the half truths i am on an internal battle. I make excuses to why this works but never can i rationate all the hurt.
I think that for the best future you must learn from and make changes to the mistakes of your past. What to say if we go on and on reflecting the aches, reliving the whys and questioning the hows? Im all confused. Another excuse. Im not confused. I know what to do. Leave.
But how?
