name.

I miss the way things used to be. It should be a sin to miss them this much. I used to know what love was. Just because I am young, doesn’t mean I can’t know what it is. And even if I didn’t know, I can say what it feels like, what love should be, and should not be. Now, I’m not sure if it’s even there anymore. Recently love to me is just a word overly used and commercialized, making teens believe it’s this perfect romance. Love isn’t perfect, love is going through pain because you care about somebody so deeply. I’ve experienced pain, and love. I’m letting go of both.

When people ask me “Who are you?” I want to reply, “I don’t know.” but if I said that to every single person I’ve met they’d call me crazy. So I respond, “Alexis.” But am I really that girl? That girl who was supposed to have a straightedge life, who wanted to accomplish goals, and create friendships? No, I’m someone completely different then a year ago. I don’t know if this is a good thing or bad thing. I’ll never know who I am, and it’s better this way.

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