Looking back on my 12/29/2009 entry...
It is so strange to me how vast the self can be. Words clutched so tightly to my chest, with the intention of leaving a mark: You are so much more than right now.
Repeat that enough and maybe it will sink in.
Getting fucked up in an attempt to find the self that you were when you had it all figured out. Because nine times out of ten you're stuck with the self that hates being. Disregard the percentages because they don't mean a thing...
You are so much more than right now.
Repeat that enough and maybe it will sink in.
Getting fucked up in an attempt to find the self that you were when you had it all figured out. Because nine times out of ten you're stuck with the self that hates being. Disregard the percentages because they don't mean a thing...
You are so much more than right now.