better luck next time. (interlude)

There was a moment in time where I forgot who I was as a person, blinded by everything in front of me, from love to heartbreak to questioning who I was. A time where I felt like I was nothing. A body with no mind of my own staring on autopilot throughout the kinks and bends on the road of the thing that we call life

Life is too short to do all the things that you've lost. It's too short to constantly beat yourself up about things that have happened in the past—the people you've lost, the love that you've lost, and thе time that you've lost. You've gotta keep pushing forward and forward and forward until you can't anymorе. If you want something, you have to put in the time and effort to get it. To the people who didn't allow me to put that time in and who hurt me in life, thank you

Thank you for making me realize what you're missing out on. Thank you for provoking me to confront the things holding me back as a person. Thank you for allowing me to mature and love myself more. Thank you, and better luck next time