Bring it on.

Dear World,

So here’s the thing: I have no fucking clue what I’m doing half the time. I avoid my homework then stress the night before it’s due. I’m pretty sure more than half the time I won’t get a job doing what I love after college, so I’ll have to take a day job to pay off my thousands of dollars in student debt. Sometimes, I feel like no one will ever understand me, that the guys will always chooses the bitches over me, and that I will end up living alone in a cold apartment with my 72 cats and end up losing my toes to frostbite because I rarely wear socks with my flats.

But I’m not giving up. Because I’m too fucking stubborn. Because I want to make something of my life. Because I want to spend my life writing, even if that means I spend my entire life questioning my writing abilities. Because I want to be someone others can depend on, because I want to make a difference. Because I want to get married and have kids, so I can teach them how to blow bubbles, chase pigeons, eat play-doh, and make the cheesiest jokes possible, the kind that make people smile even as they shake their heads.

Because I want to look back on my life and know that I lived.

So bring it on, world.

I’m ready.

Okay I admit I copied and pasted this from Tumblr.LOL.

Today I saw him playing piano.

Reminds me of last year how I used to catch a glimpse of him in the canteen or walk past his class.

How I looked forward to our msn conversations , how much courage I had to pluck out before sending him a text message.


Can you even miss liking someone?I think I just miss the feeling thats all.