Why is it so fucking hard to let go of bullshit?
"The best things in life are free"……yeah, but you still have to pay to get there
I just want to sleep
I never want to wake up
Lay here forever
I wish I had the guts and the funds to pack up and just go. Leave this place. Leave it all behind. Start new. Start fresh. Find myself. Find something new. Find what I love. To just say….fuck it all.
I just love always being last….
It’s only been two days, but it feels like a lifetime. Missing you, dearly. I’ll be seeing you. Goodnight. I love you.
I talk about you more than I talk about myself. I know more about you than I know about myself.
Jealousy, inadequacy, boredom comparing my life with others. All things I have felt. Just wish it were easier to not care and be happy with what I have. Be happier with who I am. I just want to feel beautiful, important, irreplaceable, and different. I want people to look up to me for who I am and what I’m about. I want to always have fun, in everything I do. I want to never feel bored. I want to feel like this isn’t a life wasted. I want to find myself and what my purpose is. Sometimes it just gets hard, but I am going to try and change it. I’m going to be independent, important, beautiful, strong, happy, adequate, confident, and satisfied with life. You really do only have one life to live. It’s important to make it great.