its time.
for me to move on.
for me to be happy with myself
for me to be happy with my family most of all.
for me to find who i am.
for me to mold myself into who i want to be. because as we are all told, things dont just happen. they take time to take effect.
for me to be the teenager. the teenager no one lets me be.
now its time for me to go. to go cry one last final tear. in the place where we spent hours talking to eachother, where we have had our expierences, our most embarassing moments with eachother, where we were comfortable. where the lights can be out, but you feel as if you can see and feel the whole room. where the soft buzz of the fan keeps things from being absolute silent.
its time.
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