I’m too afraid of these butterflies
I tell myself I’m trying. And there are days that I do. And there are days I build up my walls again, negating all the effort I’ve spent trying to take them down. I don’t know if I’m ready yet. But I want to be.
I tell myself I’m trying. And there are days that I do. And there are days I build up my walls again, negating all the effort I’ve spent trying to take them down. I don’t know if I’m ready yet. But I want to be.