I am slowly and painfully learning that you can analyze things until they barely exist, but you can never rationalize another person’s behavior.
s much as I love feeling my feelings and sharing my thoughts, I never imagined that I would be placing a burden on those who I share them with.
Nobody knows everything. Plans change, people want different things, and life is full of surprises.
Conversely, whether or not you look like you have your life together, or need help, sinks rather low on the totem pole of significance.
It’s ok to not know what you want.
We outgrow places, and we move on, in more ways than one.
This time, as much as I wanted to call a timeout, I couldn’t. There was no time.
I don’t remember the first time somebody told me something that made me feel like I needed to change who I was, but I remember the first time I stopped caring.
You know what sucks, though? When those big, brown eyes of yours give way to waterfall-esque tears, and you look like you could give Lauren Conrad circa The Hills a run for her tear-stained money.