January 2010
21 posts
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is...
– Waitley (via maluna)
I do it because I want people to know I'm hurting
but so far… no one has noticed.
Really I have the greatest thing in the world, a super-cagafraglistic-expialla-amazing boyfriend…
My days are split into emotional fractions.
The morning I am reckless, thoughful, rational, optimistic, mature, independent…
The afternoon/lunch time, I’m a typical teenage wreck, emotional, easily upset, selfish, ‘fat’, foolish, regretful
The evening, I crave human attraction, hugs, kisses especially - I become reckless in a different manner, still selfish, utterly...
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Maybe I should get out and do something.
This is going to tear him apart.
Oh god.