“Poor seniors.” Don’t worry. They won’t be eighteen for long.

You are the icing on the cake

Im the one that blamed herself for everything- The lying, the cheating, the fighting, the crying

You’ll find that it’s not hating the feeling, but talking to it that smothers the feelings of never not being sad

I’m ready to start anew

For the one that can’t let go...

Because you are just the cast... and I am the mold

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

I love the thought of being her-