Spit it.
My name is Carla. I'm pretty short. I look younger than my age. I lovelovelove colorful and cutesy things. I'm a simple girl who lives in a very complex world. Just meet me and get to learn my perspective in life. Got it? Good.
Just a couple more days and it ends… again. After a while you think it’d be easier that it’s wouldn’t even matter anymore. Honestly, no matter how many times I go through this, separating is never easy. Sure it gets better but that moment when you realize they’re gone feels like shit. Everything is unpredictable and every time you leave I always wonder if things will be the same the next time you come back or will it actually change. I guess you can say I’m getting cold feet but I know if I back out now I’ll regret it. Plus there’s no way I could back out. I guess I just have to enjoy the time I have. I mean it’s just another time limit.. Nothing new.
