Miss the old days, just not my old ways.

Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.

You spend years wishing your parents would get off your back, only to realize they’re the only ones who ever really had your back.

Yeah, you’re sorry, I’m sorry, everybody’s sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t, and I won’t. I’m gone.

I'm actually extremely grateful that some things didn't work out the way I once wanted them to

Drunk enough to say I love you?

this is so important, one day you'll understand

We could do ourselves a tremendous favour by letting go of the people who poison our spirit