When you realize you’re about to make yourself live a lie just so it doesn’t hurt anymore…
So i’m pretty sure this summer is going to be goood. But there’s only one way it’ll be perfect. I don’t know if knowing that it actually has the potential to be perfect (and knowing it can change) is actually worse or better than having no potential at all? It gives me hope, but i don’t want to let myself down…
All i know, is that this is the third time. And third time is suppose to be the charm… right?
