everytime i think i have my life figured out i’m proven wrong.
i guess the most ironic thing about my last post is the title.
everything i’ve known is a lie.
the people i thought would be there for me through this time, not one is. i’m really surprised by some of the people that have tried to be there for me.
i’m trying to get to dc. i need a new start, a fresh one.
i have never been this hurt or miserable. those who know me, you know what i’ve fallen back to.
