Today

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I’m hoping today is way better than yesterday. Each day is a work in progress for me but I’m finally out of my ‘funk’ that had literally consumed me, my attitude and the way I talked to the man I love. 
In the past few months my sister has taught me a lot although she doesn’t know it. Between 20-23 is when you really start to figure yourself out. I’ll be 23 in September. 
I’ve realized you can’t let people hold you back. I’ve had the same group of friends since high school and had never ventured out…. Why? Because my best friend can be a bitch and doesn’t like anybody. Point blank period. But the sad thing is I’ve realized we’ve grown apart but I’ll still consider her my best friend for life. Another thing, a lot of the people I thought we’re my friends, well, aren’t. And alot of the ones I was brainwashed into thinking were horrible, are fucking wonderful.
I’m changing everyday and I love it. I’m becoming more me and not caring what people say. I’ve become closer with a girlfriend and she’s actually a FRIEND that I can talk with. And that’s rare. And I’m so thankful. 
Today, I’m starting fresh. It’s never too late to take a breath and move forward. 
- the sun will still be there when you’re down and the moon will be there to guide you when the sun goes to sleep. Never forget that - 
*personal*

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