19, England: aspiring journalist. My blog has no theme; it's like me, jumbled, unorganised and unpredictable. I post what I like, feel or think about.
I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.
If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.
Most people dream about winning the lottery, or falling in love, having children, getting a star career, travelling the world. Because they hope to one day do some of these.
I dream about, and hope for the day I can wake up and be comfortable in my own skin. When I can smile and not have to force it. When I have the motivation to get up and leave my room. When I can wake up and not wish I hadn’t. When I can eat and not make myself be sick. When I can get upset and not take it out on myself. Where the only cuts I get are accidental.
I dream about, and hope for the day I can say I’m okay. And mean it.