But life’s never easy when you need it to be.

It's weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.

I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with someone who didn’t love me enough to stick around.

There are some things I can't control, & that's just the way it is.

I can't take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can't count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

I thought following a straight road would lead me right to my destination. Like the road would just take me there because I was following all the rules. And if the road curved, I couldn't be sure about where I was going. But look where it got me. Maybe it's time for a detour.