Hard to be me.

Life is confusing, and so is trying to find yourself. The only advice i’ve been able to give myself is to define my beauty. Pick out my beauty and flaunt it. Is it my hilarity? My intelligence? My hair, eyes, or any other physical characteristic? Or….is it how i hold myself? How i look at things? How i react or how i don’t react. How do i do it? I ask myself this every day;“How do i plan on being beautiful today?”And i still haven’t found my answer.

Far far away

“Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?” 

Just us against the world

I know you're reading this right now. You are the reason why I blog at wee hours. What is crying on the phone together because of my phone? What is being so stupid asking each other to not cry together? What is still on the phone while blogging about you? I always wanted to find someone like you and I'm glad you came. Its 4 in the morning now and I don't get it why we can't sleep? Anyway I can't wait to see you later on. Hold on, I love you and I hope for eternity. Goodnight keith, sweet tight. Hope you dream of good figure girls. Love you mua mua xx