I think that what has happened is I have started to stray. There is only one man that I truly NEED in my life, and that is God. through Him all things are possible. I forget that way too often. for He knows his plan for me and I need to trust in Him. It’s really that simple and I forget it way too much.
I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight. but from the second I saw him, I realized I could fall in love.
next time I’ll be braver
I’ll be my own savior.
standing on my own two feet.
I won’t let you close enough to hurt me.
no I won’t ask you to just desert me.
I can’t give you what you think you gave me.
it’s time to say good bye to turning tables
you have absolutely no right to get mad or jealous when I move on. you’re the one that said it was over. and by over I mean that you said you didn’t want me. so please hop off my dick when I decide to finally move on to someone else after spending 9 months trying to get you to fall for me.
Today I found out one of my coworkers was talking about my weight. at first I wanted to cry. I mean, as an overweight person, my weight is something I’m not very comfortable with and I am always aware of my size. and being content with my weight is something I’ve never felt (although I think most girls feel that way.)
ANYWAYS I found out he was talking about me, and I was pissed and this isn’t even close to being the first time someone has talked about my weight to other people. But then I realized something that literally changed the way I see everything. I realized that if the only negative thing people have to say about me is about my weight, I’m a pretty fucking awesome person. honestly, this has been the greatest revelation of my life.
moral of the story, everyone who has shit to say about how much I weigh can go suck a fat one, because I have a cooler personality than those twig bitches.
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
da fuck?! real life shit man.
when I was 17 years old, I used a website called future me that would write a letter to my future self. I got it today. I guess I sent it to myself to get on my 21st. It really got me thinking.. first, this is what the letter said:
well. you turn 21 today. that’s pretty freakin awesome.
that is 3 years from now. and yes I did indeed just count that out on my fingers.
anyways… I just wanted to make sure you’re happy. I’ve been concerned lately that I’m doomed to be alone forever. I know I’m only 17 (almost 18) and I shouldn’t be concerned with my love life, but in any case I’ve been bummed about being single. well, I hope you’ve met a nice boy because frankly, you deserve only the best.
you are a strong, independent, beautiful woman. you have friends surrounding you that love you. you’re gonna graduate from college and get a job and have an amazing life. I just want you to know that I’m proud to be me. I’m proud of all we’ve accomplished in our life, and all that’ll come to us in the future.
in any case, it is you’re 21st birthday. you know what that means. just make sure you can remember it when you’re 21 and a day.
well… 17 Amanda was pretty awesome. I hate to disappoint my past self, but I am still single. but the rest seems pretty awesome. this was something really cool to get and everyone should send one to themselves. its awesome. it was super suprising and very exciting to recieve!