16 4 / 2012
That awkward moment…
that you’ve been defriended in real life…
For no reason.
And what hurts more than that: how rude that person was to your best friend.
By all means do it to me, but not, i repeat NOT to my best friend/s
now more than ever i want to go home where my boyfriend is to hold me, where my family is to support me and where friends are that love me. Only downside is leaving my best friend here where she has to face it every single day. For that, i pray this goes by fast.
this always happens.
annnnd i really dont like this shit talking. confront your problems. i’m really not that scary.
21 3 / 2012
is it possible?
how is it that once i start weening off i’m becoming more and more the person i used to be, the girl who had this inner determination, the passion for writing and drawing outside of class, more fiery, stubborn than i have been in years. Is it possible… that i’m better? completely? the girl that existed before all of that had reemerged in all her glory. I don’t think it’s possible to be this proud of myself, this happy for the people i have in my life and more than anything thankful that God got me through that.
hopefully i never have to deal with it again… for now i choose to think of the power i have over it :)
