I don’t really know what that means, all I know is I’m proud of where I have gotten myself.
I’m not a pity story or a victim.
I’ve had a good life but I have had to work for the things I have gotten and I have to admit, earning something is a good feeling.
I’m an emotional disaster.
How am I supposed to refer to you?!
Sometimes I find myself with tears running down my cheeks even when I don’t feel sad.
I only worry about unimportant things.
I am worthy. I was once told on a date that even the meaning of my name is “worthy of love”.
Music moves me.
I have never been particularly athletic, but I think I could be pretty scappy in a fight.
It would take a lot to get me to fight.
That’s a lie- I say “I’m sorry” more than anyone I know, yet I’m trying to fix that.
I should be unapologetic.
I want you to look at me the way you used to.
I’m a feminist.
I’m incredibly feminine.
I listen to degrading music.
I’m a bit of a romantic with a cynical side.
I have a slight belief in astrology. I’m too much of a stereotypical Cancer to not be curious about the whole thing.
I’m so happy and know how lucky I am.
I know how lucky you are.
I want to touch peoples’ lives.
One time at a sorority formal I was voted “sister who has changed your life for the better” and to this day it’s the most meaningful thing I have ever been awarded.
I am uneasy without control.
“Hope is a four letter word”
I am loyal to a fault.
I’m thankful. I have equal parts raging confidence and screaming insecurities.
I struggle with some sort of depression/anxiety/something unknown because I have yet to talk to someone about it.
I’m working on it.
You broke me.
I still think about you.
I’m selfish but selfless.
I want to be liked more than I should care.
I’m figuring it all out.