Sometimes it's okay to be wrong.
It's okay to not be
The smartest,
The funniest,
The most well-adjusted.
It's okay to be
Broken,
Hurt,
Sad.
Because it's not about how you are now
But about where you're going to go next.

Life is about
Nothing and everything;
Decisiveness and indecision;
Stagnating and flying.
It's about how everything is possible.
Everything.

So if you're
Broken,
Sad,
Or hurt,
You can be
Fixed,
Happy,
Whole.
It might not be easy.
There might be days you think you walked down the wrong path.
But you didn't.
Because every path is the right path.
Because every path is the path you need to be on
To be here.
To be you.
And you are pretty special.
More than anything,
You are special to me.

I guess I was the odd puzzle piece that was made by mistake.

To be honest at times I could really hate men
I wish you could show more effort
like stop with the ******* cliche of the typical man
who doesn't ******* understand
what is it to be a woman in this world
with men who just wanna **** any girl
who opens her heart giving pieces of her soul away
Just to get through another day with some free ***** on the way
and to be honest I think your all pathetic
I think your all ******* small men who just doesn't get it
I'm tired of the excuse "all men cheat"
Like really your that weak that your can control your ******* meat
But you know what I really don't even ******* care anymore
Its like all the love and excitement isn't there anymore
-E.G

I** hate you so much,
Living with a grudge,
Over with this love,
Vanished and gotten rid of.
Even though you were great
You are now just too late.
Our love is long lost,
Unfolded the truth at last.


You were just a fake,
What a painful headache.

Close your eyes
Take a deep breath
Let it out
Open you eyes
Look them straight in the face
Tell them you love them
Walk away without turning back*


If the person you love is making you feel like you're being held underwater for an ungodly amount of time, here's your sign. Do yourself a favor and let go. It doesn't matter how much you love them because I guarantee they don't love you as much as you love them. They don't care about you as much as you care about them. They're a leech, ******* out every ounce of energy you have left. You don't need them. If it hurts more to tell them you love them than it does to think about what it would be like if you lost them, you need to let go. You need to rip yourself off them like a bandaid. It's going to hurt, but you'll be okay. As a matter of fact, you'll be better off than you were. I promise.*



                                 B.S.