Who am I? I find myself looking in the mirror and at a loss to who the reflection I’m seeing belongs to. Certainly not the the 16 year old I am. No. She looks too weary for that. Too beaten by the world. Perhaps some of it she deserves, but for the most part she doesn’t. But in the end, morals don’t matter. None of us deserve anything. But more than anything, the questions that...
Okay, so maybe I didn’t sob the way I have the past two years at this banquet, but I still care about all of you. One more than the rest (Keep Calm Chicken Salad style), but I still love you all. I think that with this group, I’m more confident in the friendships I have established. I know we’ve had good times, and bad times and it’s all made our friendships stronger and so...
Well. I suppose this is it. Some of my best friends are done with high school forever. And I’m here another year. To be honest, I’m not the mess I was last year. Of course I’m sad. Of course. But the only one who really will rip my heart out I know will stay in touch and I’m not worried about that. So maybe I’m just getting used to it. Third time around and...
Whovian? I Just Made Your Day. →
bortky: Fancy A Trip on the TARDIS with the Tenth Doctor? YES
I had this grand plan of who I was going to be when you came back. I was going to be the strong girl I wasn’t when you knew me. The girl who could fix it all. The invincible girl. But now that you’re 15 days from coming home I’m realizing I’m not that at all. I’m the same scared, insecure, helpless girl you met. I’m just hiding behind a mask to look stronger. ...
Sometimes the only thing you can do is focus on your breathing. Just make sure that’s okay. That you can at least do that one little thing well. And if you can do that, then you forget for a moment how dysfunctional you’ve become. How the cracks inside are barely holding together. And for a moment, you feel okay.
I love you…I do. I just…I love you and I have been trying not to say...– Lexie Grey, Grey’s Anatomy Let the Bad TImes Roll