March 23, 2010

I'm not going to give up hope.

Because there is not a key to happiness. It's a way of life.

And just because it rains. Just because it pours. Doesn't mean the sun has given up.

And I know, I know that one day I will be happy. You will be happy. The world will be happy. But happiness won't just walk in. In order to be happy, you have to tell yourself you are. You will never be happy if you say things could not get worse.

I love life and everything it brings. You have made me so much stronger.
I know the people I need to surround myself by, and no, it's not you.
So act immature, keep on going through each day the way you want to.
Because today and forever, what you do is not going to effect me.
I'm stronger than that.
I don't need you to pull me down anymore.
I have enough strength to pull myself up.
And tomorrow I am going to wake up, with a smile.
Knowing that each day I cried over some small action you did,
was a day closer to being happy.
And now that you are gone.

I love who I am, who I will be, and who I'm becoming.

I love, because there is no reason to hate.