Elle Driver
Veteran
Craving mangos a lot these days.
I didn't even complete it correctly.Guess who fell asleep and didn't fiinish (or even start) their essay?
About to get it done now though. Maybe.
AmenHave a hangover and still go to church brehettes
Pure love can not be taken away if it comes from within. Love is acceptance and appreciation. All it takes is a shift of perspective, a change of thoughts and a bit of effort. It wont be an overnight fix but journey of self-improvement. Focus on yourself and the things about you that you love. The things that you dont like, accept them as things that make you you. If you can improve upon them, try to. You always have the option to improve because every one of us is a work in progress.It's gonna take every fiber of my being to not be me and make decisions I would never make, in order to get a job. People have told me I am my own worst enemy and they are right. When you are treated as if your life is second class and that your achievements are worth nothing throughout your childhood, you tend to see yourself as deserving of nothing but the bottom. I'm broken, in pain and underwater, but am gasping for air. I know what the air feels like in my lungs...to be able to breathe. I've felt that love once, pure love...it was just taken away from me and nothing was replaced. I want better but I don't know what it's like. I can't rejoice in the good things I had/have like water slipping through my fingers. I want to drink but I keep parting my fingers open. That bytch really did a number on me. The things that used to make sense keep me in the dark and unhappy, but now I feel like I'm supposed to do shyt that doesn't make sense to be happy
Damnmit I'm pulling my hair out again.
It's gonna take every fiber of my being to not be me and make decisions I would never make, in order to get a job. People have told me I am my own worst enemy and they are right. When you are treated as if your life is second class and that your achievements are worth nothing throughout your childhood, you tend to see yourself as deserving of nothing but the bottom. I'm broken, in pain and underwater, but am gasping for air. I know what the air feels like in my lungs...to be able to breathe. I've felt that love once, pure love...it was just taken away from me and nothing was replaced. I want better but I don't know what it's like. I can't rejoice in the good things I had/have like water slipping through my fingers. I want to drink but I keep parting my fingers open. That bytch really did a number on me. The things that used to make sense keep me in the dark and unhappy, but now I feel like I'm supposed to do shyt that doesn't make sense to be happy
Damnmit I'm pulling my hair out again.