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Venting…

sometimes i go to the lakefront, on a walk, the beach, my porch, my nana’s house, the track, and other places to open up and let everything out when there isn’t anyone to open up to. i cry, i hurt, i think back, i’ve made mistakes, i’ve also learned from them, but i learned that time is of the essence and i can’t wait for something that’s never going to change to change. nobody really understands me and i honestly love that. i love that i don’t have to answer to anyone. i have never judged anyone because that’s not my character to. everyone has their own stories. i have mine. so why judge others?