OneTwoThreeFourFiveSix.

It's been six long months since I broke my promise. It's been six long months of regret, fear and too many fake smiles.
I hope in another six months I'll be stronger. I really hope.

Beautiful

Beautiful people will always come and go. I don't mean movie stars, I mean real people, people that you admire for their bravery, strength, patience and heart. People move away, move on, and eventually leave forever. They will always be part of your life; part of you, and their effect on your life is what will make you a beautiful person too someday.
Even if it's a sad beauty instead of a purely happy beauty, you have to remember that as we age, we learn, we become wise; we are all becoming a real sort of beautiful.