I was starting to believe that finding love and happiness was.
After many teenage years of boy troubles and false hopes i had my first real relationship, i made that fatal mistake that a lot of people do when they're first in love and i made him my world, of course, when things go wrong and your world disappears, its pretty hard to rediscover a life on your own.
So after two and a half years of being a part of something and someone else i struggled to not only pick myself back up and piece back together a life left broken, but also to make sense of it all.
It was a long time coming, and of course i can see that now, but when you're inlove its true that you close your eyes tightly to everything you don't want to see.
With help from my family and best friend i slowly began to return to my old self. I found a way to be happy, to be content. Life started to take on a whole new meaning to me and instead of feeling lost and alone, i started to feel my life was just beginning.
Things can change and turn around without you even noticing, and before you know it, a life of happiness that you once felt impossible is being lived, and not by everyone else, but by you.
I started to realise that doing things for yourself is so much more important, doing things to make you happy and while of course its important to think of others aswell, you only get one life, so you may aswell live it to the fullest, for YOU!
Who would want a life of misery and dwelling on the past anyway?
Deffinately not me.
And before i had a chance to slip backwards, life took hold of me and gave me what i always wanted.
It turns out that when you stop looking, stop dwelling and stop feeling sorry for yourself, good things happen.
That's simply my life story...
