We outgrow places, and we move on, in more ways than one.
This time, as much as I wanted to call a timeout, I couldn’t. There was no time.
I don’t remember the first time somebody told me something that made me feel like I needed to change who I was, but I remember the first time I stopped caring.
You know what sucks, though? When those big, brown eyes of yours give way to waterfall-esque tears, and you look like you could give Lauren Conrad circa The Hills a run for her tear-stained money.