I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.

I've changed a lot in the past year. Some drastic, so subtle. I've bettered. I've grown. I've receded. I've become stronger than I ever thought I could be-- and it does not echo in an empty room. Change has been forced down my throat. Change has been chosen. And one choice, I will keep on making, over and over, as long as it takes to get over you, and to heal from the hell you drug me through, is to live a life of honor and grace. To pull myself out of the hell I drug myself through. To forgive me. To forgive you. I choose to not believe the lies, but to live in truth. I am by no means perfect. I make mistakes daily. I have the breath knocked out of me more often than not. But my furious determination to live a life of substance, will always win out.