For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
I’ve spent hours obsessing over why I’m not good enough. Hours lost, standing in front of the mirror, studying my face and wondering if it’s because I’m not pretty enough. Reading back old conversations and wondering if I’m annoying, too needy, too much. Will anyone ever stick around? I try so hard, but I’m just never worth it in the end.
broken thoughts | 2am
“But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.”— John Corey Whaley; Noggin
“i know exactly who i want to be. i’ve shaped this ideal person in my head, from the color she paints her nails in winter, to the silk pajamas she wears to bed. i think about her when i mess up, when things don’t go my way. how she would laugh away the stress and know exactly what to say. she is the version of me that i most want to be. so happy and kind and always carefree. i’ve tried so hard to be this perfect girl, that i’ve forgotten how to be me.”