I am tattoos. I am piercings. I am slip on vans. I am jeans. I am the girl that listens to Paramore. I am loud music. I am weird. I love to say fuck. I don’t care what you think of me. I am independent. I am not to be fucked with. I am red hair. I am who I am and if you don’t like it you can fuck off.
I posted a while back about a man I thought I wanted, on some level I still do and I’m sure I always will. Its just I realized that I want real love. Love that hurts when you’re apart. Love that comes with no questions, love that isn’t temporary, it lasts a lifetime.
People think I have it all together. They see the car, the apartment, they see the smile, they hear the laugh but what they don’t see is the sadness. They don’t see the tears, the lonely, the simple sadness and pain. I would like just one person to ask me if I’m okay
Its been over a year since my heart was broken by the man I loved. Some days I feel pathetic for feeling bad about it. For feeling lonely but then there are other days that I couldn’t be happier with my life. Today is one of those miserable days. They says it it takes half of the time you were with some one to move on from them. Does that mean I’m doomed for 3 and a half years????? I can’t. I need something new. I need a new a new everything. A new outlook, a new… that’s the goal
I would like to say that I have gotten my life back on track, but I know for a fact that I have fallen off the track and been run over by the fucking train. I have literally fallen back into all of my old ways. Fast food, soda, skipping the gym. Everything I swore I wouldn’t go back to. I thought I was ready, it’s clear that I’m not. I have to focus on all the goal I had in mind.