I'm a teenage girl.
I don't think that I'll ever let go of some things.
I don't know what my purpose in life is.
I don't know what I want to do with my life.
What I DO know is that I love writing. Both stories and music. I love music.
Sometimes I can laugh and not care about what's going on at all and sometimes I get so bogged down by it that I cry. But that's just it. That's life. That's what happens. It's not always pretty and perfect, but it's life. And that's how I want to live it. With the knowledge that it's not always going to be a perfect fairy tale.
This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.
Today, I just got the keys to my first house.
Give it time.
Needed this today
when you hear people preach that it gets better, they aren’t joking. if it’s not better yet, it will be.
this post could literally be saving lives rn and that is why i love this website.
I’m actually concerned for boys who complain about how different girls look without makeup. Like did you think eyeshadow permanently alters a girls eyelid? Are you frightened when people change clothes
Babies have no concept of object permanence
So in the end
I’ll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say goodbye
We say you didn’t try
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost, you can never go home