You’re absolutely beautiful.
I don’t think you realize that.
I don’t think I let you realize that.
I want you to know, this move is just as hard for me as it is for you.
You are my rock and will be forever.
I don’t know anyone as spectacular as you.
I don’t treat you right and I see that now.
I am sorry for the pain I’ve caused you recently.
I hope your heart is less burdened after I leave.
I hope you are at peace.
I hope you find the man of your dreams, the man you deserve.
I want the best for you, not for me.
I love that you put me first for so long, now it’s your time.
I love you momma. Like we’ve always said, “Love. Love. Always and forever.”
This is one song that I can continue to listen to and sing out at the top of my lungs, and not get sick of it.
This song means a lot.
This song relates.
I miss being blonde.
This is such a stupid post, but I have continuously gone through all my old pictures and regretted ever dying my hair.
I am the only one that liked my blonde hair and my friends kind of make me aware that they didn’t like it.
But I still miss it.
Dumb tumblr post.
Thank you to everyone who has helped pull me away from who I don’t want to be.
Thank you to those who reached out to me.
Thank you that I was able to make a difference in my girls’ lives.
Thank you that I finally have trust.
Thank you God for taking off my blindfold and allowing me to see.
48.
I really can’t even look at you the same way.
You were supposed to be a role model, now you’re nothing.
The things you said can’t be taken back.
You’ve made imprints on me, good and bad. But nothing is worse than this.
I don’t think you really consider other people before you say what you say.
I feel like everything I’m facing lately, I don’t understand.
I don’t understand why you’re continuing to play with my head, months later.
I don’t understand why you continue to say these things to me, things have changed.
I don’t understand why all of your words, thoughts, and opinions come out when you’re intoxicated.
I don’t understand why I am constantly unhappy with who I am.
I don’t understand why I’m the unlucky one.
I don’t understand why I have no motivation.
I don’t understand why everyone else seems to have what I don’t.
I don’t understand how I’m expected to live on my own in 8 months.
I don’t understand any of it.
Why the hell do I even try anymore?
It never works out.
I continuously fail.
You’d think I would have learned my lesson by now.
I disappoint myself.
This song never gets old.
“Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.”
1 Timothy 4:12
My mom wrote down this Bible passage for me on the back of a tiny slip of paper, the other side said “I BELIEVE IN YOU” on it. I love my mom.
An anonymous writer on my formspring made me feel so much better by saying that to me. It’s all made me realize how many people I have around me that care about me and I am so thankful. Thank you unknown person who secretly knew the way to make me feel better. You, as well as others, are greatly appreciated.
A week ago today. 7 days. 168 hours. I’ve made it.
