I’m so torn on what to do; I love staying in Georgia, it’s beautiful here and all my family lives here. But I miss texas so much, texas is my home. I may not have had family there, but I made family. I honestly just don’t know what to choose. I could go back to texas stay with my dad until January and go to Tarleton orrrr I could stay here and go to kennesaw in January with my cousin.
No ones there.
Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.
Being happy scares me because I know it won’t last, it never does