Maybe. Maybe Not.

You know, maybe I don't know what I want out of my life. Maybe I'm a little broken and maybe I feel lost behind the smile sometimes and maybe I have no clue where I want to end up or even where my next step will take me. But I will find somewhere I can be at peace surrounded by people who make me happy. And you know what, guys? Maybe that's a destination in itself. So screw all of you who complain at me and backstab me and expect me to fix all of your life problems but disappear when all I need is encouragement. Screw anyone who says my dreams are pointless and I should be a good girl and content myself with whatever I'm given. I don't need your kind of friendship and I sure as hell don't need your brand of love. Maybe you gave up on making anything of your life long ago, and maybe you're right about me too; maybe I'll end up giving up and breaking down and shrivel into a broken husk of myself. But maybe you're wrong. Maybe I'll keep picking myself back up. Maybe I'll even find some people walking the same path who will lend me a hand. Maybe I don't have to be alone, and it's selfish of you to tell me to be and stupid of myself to believe sometimes that's to what I'm doomed. Maybe my destination, my happiness, lies right here in this moment, and all I have to do is stop listening to you... reach out my hand... and take what's always been mine.