March 2012
116 posts
I don’t have words enough for this. I am lost. I am searching, but I am afraid of what I will see. I am disgusted by my self, but I am terrified to change. I know that I have the potential to be anything, but I desire to be everything and nothing. I am sickened that if I do realize my potential—I still won’t be enough. I still won’t love myself and if I don’t, how...
February 2012
233 posts
smoking-cold:
Dear Maria, Count Me In (Cover)...
I’ve tried to say this a thousand different ways. I’m not okay. I’m not. And, I don’t know how to fix this.
She cried in my arms. He caught my eye with questions reeling and mine didn’t hold a single answer for them.
These insecurities will destroy me if I don’t rid myself of them soon. Progress, always progress.
Cute jock boy smiled at me—I was so confused.
I got an 87 on the exam that I was hoping for a C on. I’ll take it, gladly.
her0inchic:
I don’t believe that people are all bad.
I think we’re all a little broken, some more than others. Scarred, bruised, tattered, diseased. We’re all just blind ghosts, trying to make sense of tragedies and clambering for a sense of forever distant happiness. We’re all a little hurt. We should learn to make each other better.
“Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are...”
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via arreter)
“You can do more than just survive in this world; you can live in it. If you are...”
– Lindsey Hall
I’ve been having a hard time for quite a while now and I can’t quite articulate why.
I have to believe in myself. And I need to have faith that everything will work itself out.