I hope in this next chapter things are different. I hope I’ve changed for the better & for the happier. I hope I’ve finally learned to love myself & appreciate all my flaws & accept them.
Maybe this time next year when you see me smiling, it’ll actually be a genuine, pure happiness from within.
I’m going to let this blog go..for now at least, haha.
There’s soo much beauty in the world & inside myself that is worth discovering. Wish me luck& hopefully in a few years I will be proud to say who I am & what I’ve become.
& always,always, always remember..
“love it will not betray,dismay, or enslave you…it will set you free.”
“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach.
By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone.
By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness.
I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself.
Or fool himself.
Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad.
Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”
I love this so much. It reminds me of the five angels in my life who have kept me going & have picked me up each time I fell.
Each of them, so different, but all full of love & passion.
How is a girl suppose to make new friends/be satisfied with new friends after being so blessed & knowing such kind hearts.
I love them each with everything in me