When you try and succeed to stay strong longer than you know you can, you'll just find yourself breaking down at a random time and day.
Walking along the busy city streets tonight, I realized this is the first time I'm not looking forward to my birthday, which is tomorrow. I'm not feeling any excitement, fear, worry.. good nor bad.. nothing. I have even just accepted that this may come with age. Adults may be feeling this way all the time.…
She’s hurting while she’s praying It’s painful but still hopeful That one day, she’ll find a way
I'm just grateful for tints, blushes, and lipsticks that help conceal dull, sick, lonely faces of girls who are either ill or having a bad day.
I love long walks in the busy city streets early in the morning. But sometimes I wish there'd be anyone who will walk in front of me and assure me reality's better than the world inside my head.
Each day that passes by without doing what you want to and can do is forever gone. Let that sink in.
At the end of the day, one sad truth always reigns.
Just another day.. Another day you can't take back. So, try to make it count.
It all comes down to the last person you think of at the end of the day.
Jgh! It has been a long day. I spent half of my day in school: sitting in class, making announcements, gathering tickets for tomorrow's event, and disseminating information with our council president. We walked to and fro, went up and down, searched the whole university for people we have to speak with. It didn't end…