May 2013
April 2013
Uptight
I have reached my boiling point. I’ll explode to whatever is going on. I’m just so pissed off and I just feel like I’m growing weaker and weaker. It’s like I’m in an epic battle. Me versus me. One part of me wants to stay optimistic and move on. The other part wants to just kill herself.
I have been feeling so much stress. My body can’t handle it. My eyes...
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In 25 hours from now, I won’t have her anymore.
It’s okay to be selfish right? Like that saying, “Love yourself, before you could love others.” Yeah. It’s okay to put other’s happiness first, but what about your own? Doesn’t your happiness matter as well?
Square One.
I’m back. Back to square one. From the beginning where I just want to crawl under a rock and live there. I am way too overwhelmed and anxious to pack my past away and move on to the future. I thought I had everything covered and had it all planned out.
For once I had hope for myself in a long time, but now I don’t know what happened. Am I really that vulnerable or gullible of how...
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I need to get from point A to point B.
But why is it so difficult for me to figure out how to get to where ever I’m supposed to be? I don’t know where I’m heading to. All I know is where I’m coming from. At least I have somewhere to start. But where to next?
I see friends and family on social networks, having the times of their lives because they have left their comfort...
Storms become calm waters because you give me the support and the will to just keep swimming. I’ll always cherish and love everything about you, even though you annoy me 98% of the time. But you show me every reason why I am so blessed to call you mine. You’re my rock, my best friend, my number one fan, my motivation, and the love of my life.There will always been challenges and...
I just want today to be over already.
How come my emotions pour out when everyone is sleeping?
The Fray | Kiss Me (Sixpence None The Richer...
March 2013
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Here it comes again.
You never really know a girl until you talk to her four in the morning. All day she masks behind books, make up, pretty clothes, an attitude, and the fakest of smiles. But in the darkest parts of the night and the earliest parts of the morning, she breaks from her shell and opens her heart. The beat changes, her voices’ medley trembles, her eyes bat away tears. You never really know a girl until...
