I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Monday, July 7, 2014
The Things I Could Do
At some point in winter, you'll tell yourself a lie.
You'll say that you aren't as good at anything as you once were.
And even though you know it's a lie, it's hard not to believe yourself, when the only thing you've gotten better at, is telling the time between then and now.
Oh my gosh. That is so good. And perfectly put, unfortunately.
ReplyDeletebut summer will come, and you'll see you couldn't have been more far from the truth
ReplyDeleteRelatable :(
ReplyDeleteIt's crazy how I can feel so old when I'm only two decades young.
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