and staying till Friday.
:D stay classy kids.
25 really isn’t that old though.
story of my life.
See, the way I view it is we spend too much time panicking, thinking that we’re drowning and not enough time finding our footing and standing up. You’ll realize the stuff you think you’re drowning in barely reaches your knees and yea, it’s thick and tough to wade through, and sometimes you trip and get a face full of it and have to find your footing again, but you’ll get out eventually.
Then you’re letting it defeat you, we’ve all been there, we’ve all felt it. But we survive. That’s not the pain killing you, that’s you killing yourself and blaming the pain for it.
When we first see each other:
When we make jokes:
When we eat food:
When we wrestle:
When we jam out to our song:
And when we have to part:
I love my best friend
Screw it, there’s so much melodrama and “fuck my life” and people being overdramatic.
Take a fucking second and count your blessings, because the fact that “he hasn’t texted me in two hours” and “I have to write a 4 page paper” are NOT reasons to hate your life or toss aside the gift God has bestowed upon you. You’ll find your blessings far exceed the negatives. It makes me absolutely sick that people are so egocentric and unable to even take a moment to be thankful for the blessings they’ve received. Yes, things may seem bad; hell, you might feel as if the world is crumbling beneath your feet, but you should never curse your life, because you and I both know there are times, even brief moments, when life reveals to us something spectacular, when you are suddenly aware that whatever bad you’ve experienced is entirely worth it. Remember those moments, they’ll save you. And effin’ smile about it. You are all blessed.
never, just sincere love.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES FINALLY YES.
I’m not ashamed, it’s just like… I don’t like my life being known all over the place, and word spreads like wildfire on campus. I had to make decisions to keep my friendship, and it was something he needed to know, but if the wrong people find out, or if he tells someone who tells someone… I’m screwed. I’m so screwed.
I hate secrets, but don’t we keep them sometimes to save people? It’s a dangerous road to walk, but I’ve been walking it so long now. I want to say I can see the end, yet I can’t.
mom went through the trash and kept half of it.
The world is effin’ fantastic sometimes, who would’ve known life could be so good!?
Happy Valentine’s Day kids.