Sometimes I morn the girl who I once was, the girl who loved so freely, the girl who opened her heart and loved with every piece of her she had. The girl who believed that people were just as genuine and kind as she tried to be everyday. I wish I could feel like that again.
You know what grinds my gears is the man that I looked up since I was 7, a man who I thought would help walk me down the isle can comment on MY families Facebook posts but canโt even pretend like I meant anything to him or check in on me... cool