Keep Your Head Up.

It’s happening again. The point where I can look in the mirror and tell myself I don’t need you anymore. My independence has grown to such a level that I can live without you. I just need that little push to actually do it. To actually do something I thought I’d never do. I’m not happy with this, any of it. Making me feel like I’m just there when you want me…need me. Fuck that shit. I’m not a fucking option.

So when do you know it’s time to let go? When do you know when to give up? Because in life they tell you to always keep pushing…but what if it’s not worth fighting for anymore?