I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore,
like I always thought I would.

It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again.
Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.

I haven’t been very impressed lately.
By people,
or places,
or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name.
And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide,
because if you ask me about hurt
and love
I will say love. Love because the hurt will come and go no matter what, but only love makes it worth while. Only love can cure it.
Don’t be scared. Go. Love.

I am a complicated person with a simple life.

Dear me, one day I'll make you proud.