Letting go of the past is the hardest thing i can think of, and my god it’s going to hurt like all hell and might bring me down, but i have to do it. And i can, i’m sure of it. i will just have to forge my own path, by myself. But, hey, anything can be done, right? i can grow up and see things differently, especially if i have to. i’ll be optimistic and keep trudging forward until the mud turns to grass and eventually into a field of yellow tulips. it will happen if i believe that it will happen, and i believe it. I’ll have to change, but i can do that; then i’m sure i will feel better :) i can still be the little girl from the city, but only at heart. i can’t keep up this nostalgic living when it’s impossible to turn back time.