I thought I had everything figured out.
I thought I was happy.
I thought people cared about me.
I thought he liked me.
I thought someone loved me.

I was wrong.

I realized that no one will love me like I love me.
No body will treat me with kindness even though I treat them with respect.
I believe that if I wanna be happy I have to live my life no matter who gets in my way, who hurts me, who puts me down because I will have a better life even if its not right now my time will come and I'll be complete.

My heart is about to break in pieces and I don't know how I'll get back up.

Hope.