So let’s see here, I haven’t made a legit post on here in almost a year now and that’s just terrible. I have too many stories to explain, too many good memories, and bad ones too. One thing I will share though, I moved out of my mom’s dumpy apartment and into my own place, just like I wanted to do (and all before my 21st birthday). I haven’t been happier in years, in fact I didn’t even know I could be this happy in general. I thought the bitterness I had for so long was going to stay with me forever. I am my own person now, living my life the way I want to. Somethings I know I’m going about the right way, and other things….well I don’t know yet. I’m still trying to figure that out but this is my journey, and I’m allowed to fuck up and figure things out as they happen. I’m not rushing anything, I’m just living. Finally.
Hi tumblr, I missed you.
If you keep this up any longer, they only thing you’ll ever be to me is two year song in the making.
gutache asked: Thanks so much for being such a generous post-liker! I just want you to know I appreciate it. c:
Also I love your blog.
Awwww you’re welcome! I enjoy your posts very much!
Also, thank you for the message! Made my day =)
At first, I was happy that you returned to my dreams because I could finally see your face again. Only now the dreams have turned into my worse fears and nightmares.
How are you supposed to have any hope, when everything really seems so hopeless?
Sometimes I feel like I’m an angry person. I don’t think I choose to be that way, sometimes I just am. The littlest things set me off, and for no good reason. I tend to go off on those that are closest to me, mostly because I know they’ll forgive me for my moment of insanity. I wish I didn’t though. I know it’s going to bite me in the ass someday.
Lately I’ve been wanting to escape more and more. I just don’t want to be here anymore. I’m really thinking about emptying my bank account and catching a bus to ANYWHERE. I don’t even care right now. I just want to go.
