its been a year

since this phase of my life began, i cant gauge how much ive learned, how much ive changed, and how much this year could have or could not have been. i wonder if we will ever reunite and be sisters for real. i wonder if im making the right choices. im wondering if anyone is worth as much as the words they say. i wonder if everyone lies, and if everyone hurts.

the blossoms of spring bring beautiful colors reminding me that i am not trapped. that its not always gray. and that with the death of my hope in you, there will always blossom a newfound hope within myself.