“No I didn’t forget what happened, I just decided to move on, that my life wasn’t worth wasting away at the thought of possibilities, false hopes and unsettled endings. I stopped waiting around for you to start closing doors, and just confronted every lock and key all on my own. And no I didn’t find any answers I was satisfied with, but I found myself, and that’s all that matters.”—(via onanaturalhigh)
I want the time we would spend with each other to be memorable. I know I can’t make you feel as if you’re on top of the world, but I know I can make you feel like there’s much to enjoy in this world if I were to show you.
I wanted one night with you. Just you and I. I told you that I’d like to…
Procrastinators are no less productive than people who work themselves to death under deadline stress. Since procrastinators put play ahead of work, by the time they’re done playing, they’re in a much better mood to work. Creative juices flow better when you’re in a good mood. Procrastinators enjoy life more than anyone, because they don’t worry and they still meet the deadline.
I love sleep. Sleeping is good. Sleeping makes you forget that shitload of pain you're feeling. Sleeping means drifting off to some other world. A world very different from yours. And somehow, after you wake up, you feel a whole lot better.
For all the folks with cell phones. (This should be printed and kept in your car, purse, and wallet. Good information to have with you.) There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies. Your mobile phone can actually be a…
You told me you won’t remarry again. I believed you. But since then, you’ve always had these flings with other men that always left me guessing. And, here comes along another one. It’s the same old routine. But here’s a twist, Dad decided to call you up and wanted to be friends again. Grandma asked me if I would rather have you hanging out with this new guy or Dad. Personally, I don’t know. I just know that if anything happens, I won’t talk to you ever again. Because honestly, I’m not up for another person with the title: Dad. Already went through 2, I don’t need another one.
Maybe I should listen to my heart less. When I follow it, things rarely turn out the way I wanted them to. I’m too free spirited to the point where I don’t feel like I’m using my mind to it’s fullest and I end up in sticky situations because I base everything on little feelings. All I had were the best intentions. Now I’m not even sure which foot is my best foot forward.
Somewhat tough, but not caring. She’s protective, that’s all she shows. Not that loving kind. She is, but doesn’t show it. That’s why when I need someone to talk about private things to, no one is here. It’s too strange to talk to my dad about, yet my mom is not smart enough to understand what the hell I’m talkin’ about. It’s complicated at home.
I’m a teenager. We go through shit. My parents weren’t born & raised in America. They don’t know the type of shit (emotional wise) we go through. They think we’re just “kids” who shouldn’t know any of the stuff we really know and go through.
I’m growing up. I don’t get myself into situations that I shouldn’t be in, so why can’t my mom accept the fact that I’m growing up & need a little more freedom?
“Happiness comes in many forms. In the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else’s dreams come true,or in a promise of hope renewed. It’s ok to let yourself be happy, because you never know how great that happiness might be. Sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life, that you expect it to always be there, because you can’t remember a time in your life when it wasn’t. But then one day you feel something else. Something that feels wrong only because it’s so unfamiliar, and in that moment you realize you’re happy.”—Lucas Scott One Tree Hill. (via 1523247)
I might not be the most beautiful or sexiest, nor do I have the perfect body. I might not be your first choice, but I am a great choice. I don’t pretend to be someone else, cause I am too good at being me. I might not be proud of some of the things I’ve done, but I am proud of who I am today. Take me as I am, or watch me as I go.