Let go

I woke up feeling like a different person today.
I finally let go of the little hope I had, and although it is uneasy to think about, I feel good about it. And I know that soon I won't think about it anymore.
Last night I thought to myself, "why do I want to be part of someone's life when clearly they have no intentions of making me part of their life?"
All hope that I had is gone. It faded away.
And I'm happy, cause I know that I'm finally free.
I'm free
I'm finally free.
Makes me sad that it's not going to happen, but I just don't care enough anymore to sit around and cry about it.

Anyway, I love old photographs. They make me happy.