I was done with trying to fit into everyone’s preconceived box of who I was supposed to be. I was going to live my life my way, however short-lived it may be, and I wasn’t asking for permission anymore. They were wrong about me. I could handle the truth. I would listen to its heartbreaks and I would mourn the world as I knew it because that’s the kind of girl I was, and then I would pick my pretty self off the floor and do what I was supposed to do. Just like I always did.
