I really want a happy future, but sometimes I don’t know how to get there.
I’ve changed a lot these past years, and I’ve learned a lot too.
They say sometimes you have to move on from people; but sometimes I can’t help but think that if I’d just wait it out a little longer, that it will somehow be different and better. I wish.
Perhaps this is a big part of my sickness. I don’t know. I give more chances than I should with some, because you cannot choose who you love. I see the good in people; until the bad parts become too much to deal with. I disengage often for my own well-being; but I always come back again, because I want to believe that things can work out.
Masochist to the core and going nowhere fast. This is me today.
J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me