One day;

I will paint something I’m proud of again,
I will write how I used to,
I will get fit and love my body,
I will get another tattoo,
I will get the energy to better my life,
I will find a new job,
I will gain the confidence I’ve lacked all my life,
I will have a “best friend” again,
I will find the strength to move away,
I will tell you exactly how I feel,
I will, in my heart, see you for who you really are,
I will know I can finally walk away without you constantly gnawing at my mind,
I will find someone who treats me right,

And I will change my life, for the better. 

I wish I had this. 

So bad.

I wish I had this. 

So bad.

(Source: justkeepc4lm)

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I'm Megan. I'm 17, and I'm not anything you'd think. Try and figure me out, I don't let anyonee in. I used to write, paint, and be creative in general. A lot has changed, I've changed, and I'm never looking back; No matter what.