You’re allowed to be young and dumb, it teaches you the best lessons, but growing up is different and it’s hard. It’s a lot more structured and just really lonely. I’m trying to get used to being alone, but sometimes the silence grows so loud I can’t take it.
Sometimes I still feel like an alien on some awful planet but I know that I am not alone. I am a Dominican American, born in the USA from an immigrant parent.
You are never too old to remain young at heart.
It gets me that at one point, you were the only person I wanted to tell anything. Now we don’t talk at all. How can someone mean the world to you one minute and then nothing at all the next?
It’s taken me 24 years to realize that my struggle is a gift. And my voice is its vessel.
You feared putting yourself out there. You feared the risk of a broken heart.
If you haven’t realized it yet, one day you will wake up and see that you are living, breathing proof that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
“Going to Grandma’s house because there’s nothing to eat at your house.”
Don’t sweat the small stuff. When you look back on life though, the menial things don’t matter.
I am slowly learning that my feelings deserve to be expressed, that my emotions deserve to be felt. I am slowly learning that my thoughts matter.