If only my dreams would stop bringing you back. 
It’s funny what your subconscious mind won’t let you forget, even when your conscious mind tries so hard to hide it. 

I’m so content with everything in my life right now. 

I feel like a breeze could carry me away, yet a hurricane couldn’t shake me. 
My happiness isn’t wrapped up into a person, for once. That person just happens to be wrapped up in my beautiful life.  

It only scares me because it’s everything I want. 
 

I’m so giddy I could scream. 

It’s not too soon, tell me it’s not too soon.  

gid·dy/ˈgidē/

Adjective:Having a sensation of whirling and a tendency to fall or stagger; dizzy.Verb:Make (someone) feel excited to the point of disorientation.Synonyms:

Just got home from vacationing at the beach, where I had my mom take pictures of me wearing my bathing suit while standing on some rocks near a lighthouse. 
It’s really shitty how you can perceive yourself one way, from one angle, in one mirror, and then see stone cold evidence that reveals the reality of the way you look.

I’m going to start running again.
I’m gong to love what I wear because it reflects who I am, and not just whatever I think I look smaller in.  
I’m going to be confident.



I’m also going to start talking to a therapist about my social anxiety. 
I don’t want to be afraid of the world anymore. 


I want my junior year of college to be healthy, both physically and mentally. 
It’s time to start taking care of myself for a change, instead of trying to constantly take care of everyone else. 

How do I put this gently? 

I want him because he doesn’t want me. 
I want him because he doesn’t exhaust me.
I want him because it’s not a cake walk.
I want him because he knows me without pretending to.  
I want him because he’s effortless. 
I want him because he’s familiar, like childhood, like family.
I want him because my throat closes up at the thought of him and my heart aches in the most beautiful way.

I want him because he’s everything you’re not.