It Is What It Is.

Sometimes you realize that certain people aren't worth talking to anymore. And then sometimes you realize that certain people are the reason you still wish on a shooting star.

And while at times I may plead for some normality and stability and sanity in my life, most times I cherish the fact that no one in the world can have or deal with this life but me.

Kinda sorta wishing these cuts didn't take so long to heal. And kinda sorta feeling like that's a good thing I should be thinking.

I feel strong today, even though I feel so beat up.