Step three:
Accomplish.
.Brittany.
Let's restart; Press play.
I get to speak here. Listen.
Step two:
Eat.
(Source: qinleng, via backwardscerebellum)
Step one.
Smile.
I’m tired of getting mind fucked.
My parents have finally pushed the limit.
I’m scared.
Terrified. There’s nothing I can do anymore. I don’t want to. I can’t do this.
(Source: kurthalseylovers, via teachthemtodream)
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Tomorrow will be a good day.
I can promise myself that, no matter what happens.
Wake up, go to school, make it my bitch, go to work, make it my bitch, come home and cook dinners, sleeps for school, then AP test, then more bitch-making work.
I just outlined my next two days for you. You are welcome, and now I must go for fear of passing out on the couch and being deprived of the warmness of my bed.
Goodnight all, and I hope you have sweet dreams.
(Source: momiza, via obeythecupcake)
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How old is your boyfriend? He looks old. But you two are a cute couple regardless.. asked by Anonymous
He’s 22 but he turns 23 next month. And thank you very much. (:
As much as I say I need to get my shit together, I really unable to at the moment.
Between the panic attacks and the random bouts of narcolepsy, I’m finding it hard to find the time to take a shower. I cannot force myself to be strong, I’ve tried that too many times and just made a monstrous failure out of myself. So for now, I will conquer this elephant one spoonful at a time. The first spoonful just happens to be mini apple pies with vanilla ice cream. One step at a time.
Pain is something that is not going away easily. I understand.
I just can’t do it.
