This time last year...
This time last year I asked for my winter exams to go well and a nice boy...
you know what, both of those happened but I also got heartbreak. The boy was so short lived and just left s few scars behind. So this year I’m asking for good grades (still needed ofc) and an incredibly happy year full of love. I would like the love but without the scars and without the tears and the self-doubt and shoving myself into a cut-out of who I thought I needed to be to fit into someone else’s life.
To 2020, the year of love!












