Naravno da sam odlučila sad napisati nešto, nakon nekoliko mjeseci, u svoje vrijeme, pola pet u jutro...
Novi početci nisu dobra stvar, ne ako novi početak ovisi o drugoj osobi...
Novi početak br.2 možda bude bolji...
Napisala sam prije godinu dana da se samo ja spremam tjedan dana prije na put, ove godine počinjem mjesec dana prije...
Nije mi jasno zašto me nije bilo tako dugo...
But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for...or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.
“Funny thing about glass. When you broke the shit up, it got pissed and bit back.”
Bottom line? As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn’t going to be what you wanted.