Everyday I am always trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. And if I’m ever going to be enough. And if I’m ever going to be truly happy. I’m out of options and pick me ups. I hate this emotional fist fight.
Everyday I am always trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. And if I’m ever going to be enough. And if I’m ever going to be truly happy. I’m out of options and pick me ups. I hate this emotional fist fight.