when my insides hurt, livejournal is my drug of choice
I don’t understand why anyone would love me unless I'm either pretty or helping them and when I’m not doing either I don’t feel like anyone should love me
what i like this week It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end. Should I trust this dialect? To convey the right effect?
this isnt me this is me at my worst and sometimesmy best its a blace for me to express my emotions when im not comfortable doing it anywhere else
"so here's the truth you were right all along they were never my friends and i was living a lie but i wont fall for it next time
you figured me out i'm like a leaf in the wind i try to find who i am but wind up lost in the end sometimes its hard to know what's real when your not
cause you know i change myself to impress whoever happens to be next to me but i'm sick of trying so hard waste all your time with me i know i'm a mess right now don't give up believe i'd wait it out for you waste all your time with me i know i'm a mess right now don't give up believe i'd wait it out for you
everyday i'm just making my rounds just digging a home 6 feet underground sometimes it's hard to know what's real when you're not"
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.