a word from me
Some days I’m fine, some days I’m not. It’s a battle everyday. My mind is at war with my heart and each bomb that goes off will make or break me. I’ve lived true happiness and I’ve also learned to live in misery. Sometimes you have to fake it until you make it. And it’s better than breaking down every second. If I can just control the tears for a little while longer.. then maybe I’ll forget about it. Truth is tough. It can be the best thing and it can be the worst thing. And when it’s the worst, boy does it really make it’s mark. I’ve got scars on my heart from wounds that have healed and cuts from some that are still fresh. It is a bitch, loving people who don’t deserve it. But it is who I am. And I’d rather be known as the woman who loved too hard than the woman who didn’t love at all.