And I’d love to retreat to a quiet place, a serene place, maybe a breezy place. Away from life-changing decisions and VIP’s. Just a place far from the world’s “survival of the fittest” mentality. Just for a little because I know the world won’t stop for me. It will keep going, keep frantically spinning, and I have to keep up if not get ahead of it. But I need to take care of myself before I man handle the world. I have to analyze the inside from the outside. Alone. And I have to reacquant myself with a girl I may have farewelled.
Oh, 2011, I’m not even done planning you.
And you already look so blindingly busy /:
(Source: livejournal.com)
coolsnake:
I like this PRIVATE dashboard more than my other dashboard.
Wife, you’re a genius. And those are the many reasons why me and Omar love you. (:
*tear; what would I do without these people?
EVERYTHING.
Threw out shoes, clothes, & letters written to a boy who never deserved them.
Gave away bags, jewelry, & plush balls I got from strangers.
Cried when I saw old letters, grams, pictures, & birthday wishes from now distant friends.
I’d think ridding of everything would make me motivated to start senior year right.
It didn’t. All it did was emphasize that fashion is fickle, REAL friends are forever, and cliches are cliches for a reason.
