All I knew was, my Father was famous for being a loser, and a loser that wanted nothing to do with me, since the day I was born.
She didn’t need hope anymore because she knew the things you wanted weren’t necessarily the things that you needed. She knew that the things that were meant to be just happened. You couldn’t control them like she once thought.
You took life by the horns and tried to hold on tight, for fear of being ripped to shreds, left bloodied and battered.
Impending doom, it was a familiar sweater, we all wore it and as scratchy as it felt against our skin, we kept it on.
Life is not kind. Who are you trying to kid, Kendall?” He sighed.
Trust to some was placing all your insecurities and beliefs in one single person, and hoping he or she wouldn’t squash them.