No one will ever stop me from writing.

I should have known...

Someone who can make you feel the that good
Can also be the cruelest person you've ever known

And then there is regret. Should I? Or shouldn't I? I've learned. I've suffered. I've grown. Is that something to regret?

I may have been eaten alive, but it wasn't by New York City. It was by myself. Now my slate is clean. I want to keep it clean forever. It's stained, but clean.

From now on, only the truth. More self confidence. Let them take it or leave it. I can bend, but I won't change. If I love me, that's what matters the most.
That is the person I'll wake up with every morning for the rest of my life.