A string of memories

I constantly have to remind myself that my time will come. There will be a time when someone is actally afraid of losing me. There will be a time when I will be the only thing that matters ( I sound selfish but hell aren't we all). I have to remind myself that if people really want to be with you, spend some time together, or heck just even see a glimpse of you, they will and would find mthrfcking way. Whatever the fuck it takes.

You never have to force yourself to anyone.
You should never ever fight for your place in another person's life, because if you matter in the first place, you already have a place.


I should just let things be.
And whatever will be, will be.