I've been lied to and cheated on, I've been hurt so many times I lost count.
I've had my heart ripped apart a million and one times.
But aside from those things, I moved on.
I used to think "Why me?" when something bad would happen.
I used to curse the day I was born for bringing me into this ugly world.
I still do now and again, and I sometimes still ask "Why me?" but I've started to move on.
A very important person to me died a little over a year ago.
I couldn't accept that he had died and that I was never going to see him again.
But I got past the hurt that it brought, I moved on.
I used to hate my life and everything about it.
I used to want to die everyday.
But I moved on.