|me when I'm driving:||get the fuck out of my way or I'll run you over
|me when I'm walking:||bitch please, pedestrians come first
don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. they’d know how insecure you really are. so instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.
(Source: tornating, via vodkacupcakes)
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
I don’t know when I’ll be able to feel like myself again, it could take weeks, months, or maybe years, but I want to be able to feel whole again. I want to know that is is possible to feel happy again. Pain is inevitable- I know that, and I’m trying to get it through my head that I’m not always gonna have the best days and the best smiles. But when the pain starts to linger around longer than it should… it kinda messes you up. It turns you into something you can’t understand. And I can’t understand who I am, what I want and where I want to go. I just don’t know. What I do know is that I was content in my life a year ago, and I kinda wish to go back to that time.