To The People Who I Leave Behind
Moving away, leaving them behind, will not make them happy, if anything it will tear them apart, but they will never let this be known.
Moving away, leaving them behind, will not make them happy, if anything it will tear them apart, but they will never let this be known.
One month. One month is how long I’ve been away from everything I’ve ever known.
How can it be okay for someone in a matter of seconds change the course of my life, but feel no remorse? How come I am the one who has to be hurting?