♥ I already know what I am.
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"The girl who writes about everything but mainly about him. The girl who can’t ever make up her mind about what to wear, where to eat, or how to wear her hair. The girl who falls quickly and almost always gets hurt. The girl who eats way too much but never gains an ounce. The girl who wants to be loved. The girl who wants to feel happiness again. The girl who bites her nails. The girl who is secretly in love with video games. The girl who gets lost in the book she’s reading. The girl who puts others before herself. The girl who doesn’t want to grow up. The girl who can feel like a woman and a little girl at the same time. The girl who is attracted to smiles and eyes. The girl who hides behind her make-up. The girl who stays strong to set a good example for everyone else. The girl who will only cry at night when everyone else is asleep. The girl who loves the feeling of butterflies. The girl who loves being hugged. The girl who loves all music and sings all the time. The girl who likes holding hands and sharing blankets. The girl who doesn’t know who she is or where she’s going. The girl who has high hopes and even bigger dreams. Yes, that girl…is me."
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I hate laying in bed at night and thinking about all the things you should write down but you’re too tired to get up and find your journal so you fall asleep. Then you wake up and forget all the amazing thoughts you had the night before. UGH.
Why do people laugh at something that hurt them?
I’m not necessarily talking about when you hit your funny bone or bust your ass while walking across the icy drive way, but feeling wise too. Why do people look back on things that once hurt them and laugh?
Maybe it’s because laughing about it covers up the hurt.
“I don’t need you, I can take care of myself.”
I understand that a lot of people know how to take care of themselves but even the strongest person has their breaking point. It’s always nice to have someone there who can help pick you up.
I hate when people talk about my family. I hate when people judge and point fingers at us. I know we’re a little screwed up. We’re unstable, weird, different, and somewhat emotional. We can’t ever make up our minds. We always pick the bad guys. We are almost always late. On some nights, we’d rather spend the ten minutes driving up to a fast food place than cooking/eating together as a family. People can say whatever they want but none of them will ever know exactly what we’re all about. We are US and at least we’ve stuck together through everything.
It must be love, it’s everything I’ve been dreaming of.
No matter what I do, my heart is filled with you.
Dear, it took so long just to feel alright. Remember how to put back the light in my eyes.
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed ‘cause you broke all your promises. And now you’re back; you don’t get to get me back.
We go together like the winter and a sweater
and he makes me feel alive inside
Sometimes we can’t always have things we really work hard for. Life has no guarantees and it will bite you in the ass if you try and think of that. Life is a bitch and we live and learn from it…
