In the end...
Because it doesn't matter.
In the end, it just doesn't matter.
Because you'll never know,
she'll never tell you.
She'll never tell you
that in the end,
it was you
who caused her so much pain.
It was you
who never realized
what was right in front of you
the whole time.
In the end,
it'll be you
thinking back
and regretting.
Regretting all the chances
you didn't take
with her.
Because this time
you won't get a second chance
or third
or whatever chance you're at
because this time
She said,
The end.
It Comes in Threes
I have learned many things in my existence so far, but three lessons have stuck out to me the most. First thing: People can be unkind. Being the scrawny little nobody that was homeschooled until ninth grade taught me that. But being bullied through high school taught me my second thing: work hard. By working hard at sixteen I was able to graduate high school. By working harder, I put myself through my first two years of school debt free and received my Associates degree by eighteen. Only to work even harder, by the age of twenty, to receive my Bachelor’s degree in English. While the past few years haven’t been easy with the loads of school, working multiple jobs, and countless exhausting battles with my depression and anxiety leads me to my third most important lesson learned. God will provide.