I have so many questions…but I think it’s best I save them for a later time.
So today this guy accidentally hit me with the door when he was walking out of a classroom and instead of saying sorry he just looked me over and said ‘pretty cute’ and walked away . And then I realized . I literally just got hit on . The pun is greater than the pain .
I guess you could say that he adores you
get the fuck out
Ooh never heard of that one but I’ll give it a listen :3
Hahahaha omg just saw this, hi Andy! Whenever I find another song I like! Any suggestions?
I’m caught between who I want to be, who I think I should be, and who I really am.
I swear, I used to be stronger than this. My mind used to be stronger. More determined. Nowadays, I put in more time than effort. I should be my own motivation, but I’m not. I want to be better, better than I am right now. I need to fight. But for what? It’s both a blessing and a curse that I’ve never really had to fight for anything in my life. Things just came easily to me, and to me easily. Fighting is scary. There are no guarantees. To fight means to risk the chance of loss. And who likes to lose?
Maybe I haven’t gotten weaker. Maybe I just never was strong in the first place.
All I post now is cute photos of animals and blurbs that no one understands but me.