And so I asked her, what is it like to be real?
If anything, today I’ve learned that age and time have made me stronger. My god, have I been given a rough hand. And I almost held it completely together today through some terrible things. People say I’m cold hearted. Cruel. Impossible to love. But after all I’ve been through I’d rather be tough than be easy to fool. I’d rather not waste days crying over someone or something that doesn’t deserve a second of my emotion. Tomorrow I will be new. Tomorrow I will remember, but I look ahead. I have to breathe.
I need to stay away from guys for a while. Like a WHILE. Things don’t turn out the way I hope at all. They actually end up much worse. Where are all my girlfriends at? I need you all now.