It is exactly one month since I turned a year older. I began to think of ways to better myself as a person, to become someone I could be proud of 5-10 years from now. But as everyone knows, there will always be regrets and hatred for your past self for not knowing what you knew. Your 12 year old self did not know how much people loved her, neither did they know how hard it would be to venture out into the world alone. Your 12 year old self is as clueless as you are, and that’s okay.
i don’t know if i’m making the right decision to uproot myself from soil i’ve taken such great care of, and planting myself into unfamiliar earth, that could either create a beautiful garden or cause me to wither and die. whatever the case may be, i’d like to give it a try anyway. because no matter what happens, new seeds can always be planted in new soil, with a new feel of the sun. give into the chaos you keep denying yourself, it’s the only way to not be afraid anymore. bend, do not break. stay calm and collected; everything is going to be okay.
i will be out of your hair and out of your head, and out of your hands, and out of your house, and out of your pictures and out of your car and out of your reach and out of your heart. i will be out of here, out and far away from you. please forget (forgive) me.
yearningheart
softnora
Huge fan of human connection, and love, and loss, and laying in the dark at night with the fan on thinking about things other people taught me and crying grateful happy tears
