No Poetic Title.

This Year....

I learned how to forgive. I learned how to let go. I learned how to read music. I learned how to play the piano. I learned how to forget. I'm still learning how to drive. I learned that my pain does not own me. I learned to fuck fear. I learned to leave the past in the past. I learned to be cautious. I learned how to live. I learned how to act my age. I learned how to be honest. I learned that not everyone can be trusted. I learned that time is key.

I learned that everyone matters. I learned to not hold people's past against them. I learned not to judge people. I learned that there's always more to a pretty face.

In a way, I learned too much. I've been through too much in one fucking year. I didn't deserve it but I got what I got. The tears, the questions, the screaming, the secrets, everything.

I'm only 20. I feel like I'm 40. When I was in high school, I was really mature. I acted so much older. I got along better with adults.

Now, I'm finally acting my age. Doing stupid shit. Laughing my ass off. Sure, I still have my issues, like every other person in the world. But I'm young. This is my prime. I'm taking advantage of it.

Deuces.