I don't regret our late nights, talking about the world and it's problems. I don't regret loving you or letting you in. I regret letting you take control of me and my mind; making me believe that after all the laughs, tears and smiles... that what I am is not good enough.
It’s been a while since I’ve written about what’s been on my mind, so I guess Monday night is a good night for it. For the most part, we all go through the same stuff. We just choose different ways to deal with it. I’ve read that when you write something down it creates clarity in your mind. […]