I think that part of growing up is realizing that somtimes people cant change , some wrongs can never be righted , and that time does not always mend a wounded heart.

The Hardest Part Of Letting Someone Put You Back Together, is Trusting Them Enough not to Break you Back Down.

I was in the biggest breakdown of my life when I stopped crying long enough to let the words of my epiphany really sink in. That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.

Time heals all wounds.

When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bare my soul, with words, for all to see.

I was a homebody growing up.