For once in my life I was so terrified that I cried.
Of myself for not surrendering to you.
Proud of myself for pushing you away.
These past few days I’ve been spending hours in the library.
I find every excuse to be at the library.
I listen to old class lectures, rewrite notes, read them over and over again, etc.
I don’t ever want to go home.
A place where I can’t even think because the walls are too thin, depression/sadness is in the air that brings you down, arguments that leaves you frustrated and mad.
There’s no point of going home. Every time I go home I regret it.
There’s no comfort.
Better off living alone.
Not a home.
You’re here physically but not mentally.
Told myself to start writing my papers five minutes ago.
Here I am on Tumblr and Facebook.
Distractions get away.
I have so much papers to write, but I’m putting the “PRO” in procrastinating.
.Dress To Impress.
Only makes you stronger.
There are things in life that I don’t understand, and will never understand.
Life goes on.
.Act Like A Woman, Think Like A Man.
You creep back inside my mind. Everyday.
Wish I had the Game Boy Color too!
I know it shouldn’t get to me but every time my mom ask me if there is any guy that likes me and I say no, my self-esteem gets so low.
On miss what use to be.
Childhood memories, you were so good yet so bad.
Gets beaten either while you’re taking a dump or in the waiting room.
