when you wish,
only wish good things for those
who’s treated you wrong
don’t wish
ill will on anyone,
no matter what,
the battle is not yours
when you wish,
only wish good things for those
who’s treated you wrong
don’t wish
ill will on anyone,
no matter what,
the battle is not yours
I don’t care to explain
who I am,
why I am the way I am,
what made me this unapologetic,
or when did I become so careless with speaking my mind.
I’m not perfect.
Never will be.
I’ll never be like you or be who you want me to be.
It just doesn’t work like that.
Explanations aren’t necessary anymore.
There comes a time in life
when you just don’t give a damn
about what anyone thinks.
And it’s actually better that way (for my mental health).