Story of my Life

The life of a somewhat relatable girl.

Autumn Leaves

I wish some things weren’t so hard to handle.

How do I know?

Lol I really don’t want to be a downer… But I’m kind of upset.

Saturday Night

This might have to be actually one of the worst weekends ever. Yesterday there was this whole fiasco of going to the club when in fact their minds were just changed… Then right now I’m at this party with people I don’t even know… And I really want to see this guy who I’m not even entirely sure what his intentions are… Or mine for that matter. I just wanna go back in my car and waste some gas.

Depression?

My mood hasn’t been that great lately, and to be honest it’s hard for me to talk to people about anything… Anything as in trying to hold the conversation… Sometimes I notice the amount of apathy that I show to others that I don’t really even mean. I don’t know what it is… I’m over the boy troubles, and I began talking to someone else, but it feels wrong. It’s not the right time. Have you ever met the right person at the wrong time? I feel that way, there’s just too much of nothing in my life right now… And I just feel empty. Hollow. And I don’t know how to fix it. It’s hard to bring down my walls, to give people the benefit of the doubt. That’s how people get hurt, it’s happened several times already. I don’t want to get hurt anymore. It’s too much trouble. At the same time it’s totally impacting my work ethic. I’m lazy almost all the time, or rather I just don’t want to do anything. It would be better to just sleep and forget about everything that’s happened to me in the past year. At this point I find it really hard to bother with my life. It’s nothing serious, but I don’t feel like I should try. There is something wrong.

Lol after placement…. Fecking tired !!

Lol after placement…. Fecking tired !!

Situps?

So I’m just gonna stay awake until 1… my time management seriously needs to be better. 

Lol.

Lol.

There are a number of things that make me happy.

I’m back bitches! XD 

Hollllaaaaaaayyy.. I went on my timeline and I was confused by my 16 year old self that used to like all this crap that I don’t like anymore. 5 years later, and I’m not even sure whether or not I’m more of a woman than I was before. 

Whatever. 

Glad to kind of be back. 

You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via quote-book)