February 17, 2013

I understood that he didn't want me around anymore. But it made life seem black and white, flat and dimensional. I craved the oxygen and color he brought. He had changed life, and now it just couldn't change back.

When people hurt you over and over, think of them as sandpaper. They scratch and hurt you, but later you'll be shining and polished while they end up useless.

Sometimes it's better to be clueless about what's happening around you than to know every bit of information that would silently kill you.

We’re teenagers. We’re still learning. Shit happens. We cheat, we lie, we criticize, we fight over stupid things. We fall in love and end up getting hurt. We bitch, bitch, bitch. We bitch about bitches being bitches. We party till dawn, we drink till we pass out. We hate people for no reason, we call each other names. We stay up late having deep conversations, or stay up late just to think. We go out and have a kick ass time with our friends and those will be the memories. One day that’s going to all pass. You can waste your time focusing on all the bad things, but one day you’re gonna wish you were still a teenager. So make the most of what you have now, forget all the bullshit and drama and live your life with a sexy smile on your face.

This is life, and I'm gonna live it.