It’s hard shining when you are a fallen star. Fallen into the dirt of this world. The dirt is sticky. It’s so hard getting rid of it.
I’ve always loved those beautiful shining white teeth smiles, because I’ve never had one myself.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
There are those nights so full of energy and positive thoughts and great ideas only to be followed by mornings of nah… you’re such a dreamer…
I never thought it would hit me like this…. like I’ve been dreaming and just woke up.
Realising that you were born to do great things.