There’s you… The guy who seems to have it all figured out. Who everyone adores, and wants to be on some level. You’re the person everyone comes to with a problem because you never fail to be the hero in any and every situation. The guy who puts on this air of confidence that I know you work so hard to maintain. You have all this. People love you no matter what. Then...
How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole...– W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil (via helplesslyamazed)
“I wish I could talk but I don’t have time.” Okay, that I can understand. We’re all busy. I get it! But when you’re on Facebook and we’re in a fierce battle of Words With Friend, I get very irked that you won’t actually talk to me. So many bitter thoughts about you right now. Way to ruin the happy nostalgic thoughts I had all day. Arse.
I should really begin to work on getting this neon sign that says “MOTHER” over my head off. How can I take care of me when I constantly am taking care of everyone else. But I guess, it’s what I’m good at. So…you know. It happens.
There is that moment when you have become absolutely convinced that you will not make something, that you’ll miss your goal again. And then you make it. You get it and there is no better feeling in the world. Thank you life.
I have awesome friends. Yeah they drive me up the wall and I have days where I want to slap them all but for the most part I can’t imagine my life without them. I have one in particular that is graduating this year and going far away. I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with that. I’m learning so much more that friends really do make the world a bearable place. Who else sits...
People tell me I am strong, and I suppose it’s a good thing. But I also believe that sometimes it means that life has given me too many experiences I’ve had to push my way through and end up with a new layer of scars. Like a callous. Sometimes I wish I was a little less calloused. Easier to get to. Less defensive. But hey. At least I’m strong.
There are days that just seem to be. And you feel meh all day. Cause really there isn’t anything to be excited about but nothing to be upset about either. So you’re stuck in this awkward stage of not knowing how to feel and people keep asking you if you’re okay and all you can say is ‘Fine’ which you really are. But of course people want to know what’s really...