A girl who's trying to make everyone believe that she's fine. Dreams about something that she knows she'll never have a chance to achieve. Behind that smile is everything that you won't thought she had gone through.
This is my secret place.This is the only place where i don't have to hide. This is my diary. These are my thoughts. This blog is all about the real me.
None of my "personally-known" friends know about this account. So if you know me, please do me a favor by not telling this account to anyone. Thank you
can we skip this whole “college” thing and go straight and go to the part where i have a really awesome job and spend all my time traveling?
A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.
Every single one.
this gave me chills.
Reblogging this again because it matters.
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.