12:35am Thoughts
I know I deserve better than you and what you did to me, but it’s hard to admit that when I know I gave my heart to the wrong person.
Sometimes I feel like a trunk- worn and weathered, nicked and dented in places, with a big padlock on the front. So protective of everything that’s inside, yet I’ve never lifted the lid to see what’s actually in there. Time to lift the lid; time to get to know me.
About me
We drive through the farmland
