"Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance - but simply because they lead you nowhere."
— Paul Coelho (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.
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-55 so I mean
165…… boo i feel bad about myself now :(
120. I’ll be 125 once I get a job in the field I’m studying in.
-115. Uhh… more or less. Because some of this stuff isn’t very inclusive.
Now I’m at -155. How the actual fuck did I LOSE privilege?
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Other things that were interesting about my revisit of the past:
- Me and lyrical-life being totally stressed out on the Obama v Romney election night
- My whole school was really messed up about a year and a half ago because reasons
- I am really messed up
- thegirlwiththebrokensoul and I ruined a LOT of posts
- I had a weird obsession with tubas idek
- I used to actually blog about important things
- My life is dramatic as shit
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Soooooo… I was going back on my blog and I found that period of time when I really hated Aaron, and I just………
…………um………………
……..I really like him now. I mean, he’s really cool and we’ve had some great laughs this year, and he shared ice cream with me……………………….
…………………….
This is awkward…
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Submitted by at-mercy.
Wow, remember when I used to think fourth valves were the most amazing thing in the world?
I don’t, either.
And what even was my url?
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A couple of years ago, I would have been listening to breakup songs, feeling happy and believing the world was beautiful.
I’m listening to those same songs now, at 5 in the morning, and they make me so deeply devastated.
So what changed?
Maybe it was knowing what heartbreak feels like.
Combined with the nostalgia of those songs that never play on the radio anymore, whose titles I don’t remember but whose lyrics I can’t forget.
Either way, I can’t sleep, now that I have voices and riffs running through my head, reminding me of people, faces, empty promises.
You know?
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