February 26, 2013

  • I'll never be perfect but I have to pretend like I am because of sooo many reasons. I'm a failure in all things. Don't even let me lie to you and tell you my life is everything I wanted. It's a shell of what it could be. Empty and with echoes of what could have been.
    I could write a book on expectations.... Should dos... And donts...
    But what I want can't ever be so I make the most of what I have.

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