I really can be a sweet girl. I used to be a sweet girl. I need to stop blaming my past relationships. I am the one who has let them effect me so greatly.
It is possible that I can be wrong. I strive so hard to gain knowledge and know what’s right and wrong, as defined in the Webster dictionary. But right and wrong isn’t so black and white. I left you, my choice. Because it seemed like the right thing.
I mean everything screamed it was the right thing. But if it was so right. Then why do I feel wrong. I feel misplaced, and the only place I wanna be is here in my room. To think.
And the truth I realized …
I like this place, but its haunted without you.
If he hasn’t even begun to understand me by now … . he’s not going too.
Maybe the reason I keep pushing him away is because I don’t really wanna be in a relationship. Maybe I just need space.