I want to believe in it all again. Music and art, faith and love. And I want to believe that I’ve made the right choices and that I’m on the right path. And there’s still time to fix the mistakes I’ve made. I guess I want hope.
still breathing
do you ever get tired of people telling you how great you are? you know they’re just humoring you. and not only that, do you ever feel like the compliments are too much, like you’ll never live up to someone imagined version of you?