I am waiting for that day when it doesn’t sting anymore. That I can go an entire day without thinking about how you hurt me. I know I am better without you. I don’t ever want you back. Never. But for some reason you cross my mind, and I can’t even stand it. I don’t care what is going on in your life, who you are with, and what you doing. I really don’t.
I am so happy without you. I love my life. I love my friends and everything I have come gain since my world rocked. I am a strong believer in that you must experience something that is traumatic to grow. I had a long chat with one of my oldest friends today, and He agreed with me. He has had a rough time this year and he is a more mature and bigger person for it. I left home at 17. I had to make changes and figure things out. I had to grow up so fast. But at the same time, I was always more mature then those silly numbers on my drivers license. I need a boy like my friend, but let me make this clear, I don’t want him. He is like another brother to me. Also, he is thinner then I am which makes me self-conscious. But the thing is, he is mature. He acts his age. I want a guy who is serious about me. Serious about life. And knows that there is life outside that desk in that classroom and your mother’s house.
I am going to keep on growing up. I will continue dancing to the rhythm in my head and I will prove everyone wrong.