If I’d stopped believing that my life would eventually get better, I don’t think I would have survived high school.
Oh and P.S.? I am in dire need of more coffee. Industrial strength.
It’s unbelievable how you can affect someone else so deeply and never know.
I deserve to be happy. I'm sad it took me so long to get that. But I get it now.
It’s like once everyone decides who you are, you’re locked into their version of you and that’s it.
It’s interesting how something that comes so easily to one person can be so impossible for someone else.