my life, typed up.

How do I improve when you tell me not to? It’s like I try and you’re rejecting me. What am I suppose to say— disagree &do it anyways? I keep telling myself that our timing is off, that if we were in another life we would be great friends and do great things. I keep trying to find excuses why what would fit perfectly, didn’t. But I guess we are both at fault, and that I need to stop pushing ideas into my mind.

At least you’re happy and I’m happy. That’s what that matters.