Turn around and fix your eye in my direction so there is a connection. I can't speak, I can't make a sound to somehow capture your attention, i'm staring at perfection. Take a look at me so you can see how beautiful you are. You call me a stranger, you say i'm a danger, i'm broke and abandoned, you are an angel making all my dreams come true tonight.

I'm confident but I can't pretend I wasn't terrified to meet you, i knew you could see right through me, i saw my life flash right before my very eyes and I knew just what we'd turn into, i was hoping that you could see.

I know that I can't make you stay but I would give my final breathe to make you understand how beautiful you are.

I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops
I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me
But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power
I'll find a way to be without you, babe

I still feel you, now and then
Slow like pseudo-ephedrine
When you see me, will you say I've changed?

Porque no supiste entender a mi corazo, lo que habia en el, porque no tuviste el valor de ver quien soy, porque no escuchas lo que esta tan cerca de t, solo el ruido de afuera, y yo, que estoy a un lado, desaparezco para ti.

No voy a llorar y decir que no merezco esto porque es probable que lo merezca pero no lo quiero, por eso me voy.

Yo que pensé,nunca me iría de tí, que es amor, del bueno, de toda la vida, pero hoy entendí que no hay suficiente para los dos.

don't you ever get tired of just telling people you're "fine", do you ever wonder how many people can see it in your eyes anyway?

I’m tasting gray in my mouth again. The scariest part is that my hands are shaking again and I haven’t been able to sleep so well and it’s all so scary because it’s all so familiar.

You can spend months twirling around a sun in your head and the rain can still come. But the rain only ever comes if it pours, and God, I see gray again. It’s all over and it’s in my head again.

It is a tragedy and a thunderstorm and a hurricane all in one body and it is within me while I’m trying to claw my way out.

I drift, drenched. I drift, and it’s as if I am in the midst of pouring too.

when the dreamer dies, what happens to the dream?

Week of 4/16 in Capricorn: Being unhappy isn't a choice but no one saw the world differently by rereading one book. Meet someone new.

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

what's the word for being sure being so sure someone would come back and they never do

tell us about the dream u have where u open your chest and say "i made this for u" and the person u love refuses to look back at u

why don't you wear watches anymore? give us the name of the person who you've given up on waiting for them to come back home

but i was so smart, mama, and that was the problem. the word got under my fingernails. look at her reading that difficult book - isn’t she so smart? look at the way she makes things. so talented. words come to her like lightning always finds the ground, isn’t she just a gem of a girl. going to be a doctor. 
don’t you see, mama. when things didn’t fall into my hands naturally i didn’t know how to carry them. what happens when all that inspiration dries up. what happens when my brain cuts my own tendons. what happens when i have to work to get things done. don’t you know if i’m not smart i’m worth nothing. 
i know. what happened to her, she used to shine so bright. if she just tried. she scores so well on tests, but her homework grades are what failed her in the end. she can’t talk without a shyness in her. she was so bright, so outgoing. what happened. a disappointment. she doesn’t even read that much anymore. i swear it’s like i don’t even know her.

but i was so smart, and that was the problem. i don’t know what i am now. just a husk of a would-be star, all carved out.

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.

Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

I am so very, very tired. 
I haven't slept in 3 years and i love you.
I am sore all over. Bruises like these don't fade and i love you. 
I'm not brave anymore. I dont want to fight and i love you.
I lost the way. Everywhere i walk looks the same and i love you. 
I can't sleep. I thought i saw you in the shadows on my wall and i love you.

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no one else

no quiero quererte, tengo miedo de perderte, como todo lo que tuve y que se fue. No quiero pensarte, solo vivo este presente, hoy estas con migo y mañana no se. Nada tengo, nada soy, nada pasa si no estoy, nadie llorara por mi, ni sabrán donde me fui, a quien le puede importar si estoy vivo o me morí.
No quiero quedarme soy un pajaro sin nido, soy un yuyo mal creido, soy un sueño que no fue. No puedo quererte porque nadie me enseñó, no existen los duendes, ni los besos, ni el amor.

There are a few reasons why i could never forget the day that we met. And all the days that follow.
You've changed my life. And i actully mean it. The day i first date you was the first day i stopped thinking about taking a bunch of pills and sleeping for 4 days straight. I stopped dreaming about waking up in a hospital, or not waking up at all. 
It was the day i stopped picturing razor blades in my skin. All over it. Blood. So much blood in the sink. Pain, but pain i can controll. More blood. I never had to spent 2 hours soaking in pain washing the whole bathroom at 3 a.m while i wonder if this was going to kill me soon. 
I stopped hanging around at 4 am in lonely streets wondering if someone would kill me soon. On the contrary, i would not go out unless someone would take me home safe. You made me wanna live, actually. I've never felt that on the past 19 years, i believe.
I stopped crossing streets without looking, i started taking care of myself, going to doctors. I stopped the slowly process of my death. Of the death of anyone who doesnt wanna kill herself but doesn't care enough to live.

If anything, i'm thankfull for that. You made me feel a way i never tought i could. I've always felt blue.

Someone i admire a lot says, pain is pretty hard to tank. I really don't know. I don't know if i'm like this because i've taken too much of it, or if i was born this way. Broken. I don't remember feeling happy, i don't remember anything. I just remember sad.

I just wanted to thank you for making me happy even if that's going to be over soon. I would never forget what you did for me, saving someone is really hard. But you've made it so easy. And even if/when i start to feel this way again, i'll always remember there was a time i truly felt happy. 

 you will find your light or maybe you just haven’t realized that you already have.

For some of us there's something so beautiful about writing in english,
the way their words just fit in with our feelings
just like there was something so tragically beautiful about the way you've killed me
with your words. i still hear your voice saying the things that hurt me the most at night. you give me nightmares.
i just want you to know that i haven't slept well ever since you said 'i'm leaving' 
and those words still hurt me like razor blades in my skin once did.
i'm happy that you're happy and i hope it all works out you way in the end
i just wished you loved me enough to stay.
but i get it. no one would love anyone who's sad and selfish.
I know it's my fault
and i'm so sorry.

it's something unpredictable but in the end it's right
 i hope you had the time of your life.

i like to pretend you are better than you are so i have someone to long for 'cause life is confusing and having one obsession helps me focus

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight. Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming so I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light. To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret, I'd give all I have, honey if you could stay like that.
Oh darling, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little, it could stay this simple, I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart and no one will desert you, just try to never grow up, never grow up.
You're in the car on the way to the movies and you're mortified your mom's dropping you off, at 14 there's just so much you can't do and you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shot, but don't make her drop you off around the block, remember that she's getting older too, and don't lose the way that you dance around in your pj's getting ready for school.
No one's ever burned you, nothing's ever left you scarred and even though you want to, just try to never grow up.
Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room, memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home, remember the footsteps, remember the words said and all your little brother's favorite songs. 

I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone.

So here I am in my new apartment in a big city, they just dropped me off, it's so much colder that I thought it would be so I tuck myself in and turn my night light on.

Wish I'd never grown up. I don't wanna grow up, wish I'd never grown up, I could still be little.

When you were here before i couldn't look you in the eye, you're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather in a beautiful world. I wish i was special, you're so fucking special, but i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo. What the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. 
I don't care if it hurts, i wanna have control, i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul, i want you to notice when i'm not around. You're so very special, i wish i was special. But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo. 
what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. 

INFJ

El tipo de personalidad INFJ es muy rara y representa menos del uno por ciento de la población, aunque, a pesar de esto, dejan su huella en el mundo. Como Diplomáticos (NF), tienen un sentido innato del idealismo y de la moral, pero lo que los diferencia es el rasgo Juzgador (J) – los INFJ son soñadores no ociosos, sino personas capaces de tomar medidas concretas para hacer realidad sus objetivos y dejar un impacto positivo duradero. 
Los INFJ tienden a considerar que ayudar a los demás es su propósito en la vida, pero mientras que las personas con este tipo de personalidad se pueden encontrar participando en esfuerzos de rescate y haciendo obras de caridad, su verdadera pasión es llegar al corazón de la cuestión, para que las personas no deban ser rescatadas.
Los INFJ realmente comparten una combinación única de rasgos: aunque hablan con suavidad, tienen opiniones muy fuertes y lucharán sin descanso por una idea en la que creen. Son decididos y de carácter fuerte, pero rara vez usan esa energía para beneficio propio – el INFJ actuará con creatividad, imaginación, convicción y sensibilidad no para sacar ventaja, sino para crear equilibrio. El igualitarismo y el karma son ideas muy atractivas para los INFJ, y tienden a creer que nada ayudaría al mundo tanto como usar el amor y la compasión para ablandar los corazones de los tiranos. 
 A los INFJ les resulta fácil establecer relaciones con los demás, y tienen un talento para usar un lenguaje cálido, sensible, hablando en términos humanos, en lugar de con la lógica pura y los hechos. Tiene sentido que sus amigos y colegas los crean tipos extrovertidos tranquilos, pero harían bien en recordar que los INFJ necesitan tiempo a solas para descomprimir y recargar, y no alarmarse demasiado cuando de repente se retiran. 
Los INFJ cuidan con esmero los sentimientos de los demás, y esperan que les devuelvan el favor – a veces eso significa darles el espacio que necesitan durante algunos días. Sin embargo, es realmente muy importante para los INFJ recordar cuidarse a sí mismos. La pasión de sus convicciones es perfectamente capaz de llevarlos más allá de su punto de ruptura y si su celo se les va de las manos, pueden resultar exhaustos, enfermos y estresados. Esto se hace especialmente evidente cuando los INFJ se encuentran frente a conflictos y críticas – su sensibilidad los obliga a hacer todo lo posible para evadir estos ataques aparentemente personales, pero cuando las circunstancias son inevitables, pueden luchar de maneras inútiles y altamente irracionales. 
 Para los INFJ, el mundo es un lugar lleno de inequidad – pero no debería ser. Ningún otro tipo de personalidad es más adecuada para crear un movimiento para corregir un error, no importa cuán grande o pequeño sea. Sólo hay que recordarles a los INFJ que mientras están ocupados cuidando del mundo, necesitan cuidar de sí mismos, también.

Try to fall asleep tonight, I lay awake and dream of life. When we thought we could make it, we wasted all our time but I wouldn't change a single thing. 

We get closer and closer again, but we're falling apart. I'm losing, you're losing a friend, it's always over before we start and I wish that it could be the way that it was but it's over, there's no one to blame, it'll never be the same.

You make me breakfast in bed when I'm mixed up in my head, you wake me with a kiss, I could get used to this. You think I look the best when my hair is a mess, I can't believe you exist, I could get used to this. Because I know you're too good to be true, I must have done something good to meet you. Cause you wrote my name across your hand, when I freak you understand, there is not a thing you miss and I could get used to this. I'm feeling it comin' over me, with you it all comes naturally, lost the reflex to resist and I could get used to this. You love the songs I write, you like the movies I like, there must be some kind of twist but I could get used to this. Because you listen to me when I'm depressed, it doesn't seem to make you like me less. If there's a dark side to you I haven't seen it, every good thing you do feels like you mean it.

i've got excused for all these thing's that i've tried in my life

he deserves more than I can ever give him, but I’m gonna try as hard as I fucking can to give him the world.

I'm not here, this isn't happening.

I thought this night would be fun for me and my friends. I don't even know this people. And i guess i don't have any friends

Yo sólo se que nunca estuve a la altura

Yo estaba muy pirada y vos eras tan puro

"You know what? Fuck the saying ‘no one will love you until you love yourself.’ That’s bullshit. Loving yourself is fucking hard. You have to see your imperfections everyday and every night. You have to deal with your own thoughts and your own skin. Fuck that saying because you could totally hate yourself but someone can still find you breathtaking. They can want to fix you. Just because you don’t love yourself doesn’t mean someone wont want to show you what there is to love."

Easy for you to say

Your heart has never been broken 

Your pride has never been stolen 

Not yet not yet

When I say “boys are dumb” what I really mean is “boys have been raised in a patriarchal society that forces them into an incorrect and problematic view of masculinity that not only forces them to strip away valuable virtues from themselves, like patience and gentleness, but also forces them them to view and treat women in unhealthy ways that devalues women as people and makes them into objects purely for a man’s benefit” 

 but it’s a lot faster to say “boys are dumb”

Take me out tonight, where there's music and there's people who are young and alive. Driving in your car, i never never want to go home because I haven't got one anymore. Take me out tonight because I want to see people and I want to see life. Driving in your car, please don't drop me home, because it's not my home, it's their home and I'm welcome no more. And if a double-decker bus crashes in to us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die, and if a ten ton truck Kills the both of us, to die by your side well the pleasure, the privilege is mine. Take me out tonight, take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care and in the darkened underpass, I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last but then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask. Take me out tonight, take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. Driving in your car, I never never want to go home because I haven't got one, no, I haven't got one

There is a light and it never goes out

sobre mí. 

2015

(2014 acá) 

✿ Viajar a Europa de nuevo.
✿ Conocer Ucrania.
✿ Volver a conocer a Dendi.
✿ No perder a nadie importante en la vida.
✿ Conseguir un trabajo / carrera estable que me guste.
✿ Hacer cosplay de Ten de Doctor Who.
✿ Ir a un concierto.
✿ Seguir siendo feliz.
✿ Aprender a usar al Meepo.
✿ Alcanzar 3000 horas de Dota 2

sometimes i think that i don't have a purpose in this world. I am simply useless and wandering

just because you can't understand something, doesn't mean it's wrong.

stop romanticizing unhealthy relationships. 
stop thinking you can change someone. you can’t. they need to change for themselves. 
stop romanticizing the idea of you two being together some day. if it isn’t happening now, let it go.
no more pouring your heart out for someone who gives you little to no reciprocation.
find someone who values your long letters and passionate attempts. this person will reciprocate, with twice as much fire.

oh my god he's perfect. so fucking perfect. he has everything i could ever want. his voice is the only thing i want to hear. i would choose it over my favorite song. i would do anything to be with him right now. he drives me crazy. i just want to feel his skin on mine. he's the most perfect boy i have ever met and he is mine. i dont know how i could be so lucky. i want him so badly it hurts. i want to wake up and make him coffe and give him a kiss just because i can. i want to hold his hand in public and i want to look at him. i want to feel him next to me i dont know how i could ever doubt us before but if i know one thing it's that i want us to last that's the one true thing i want just to be with him. i love him so fucking much i would give anything to be by his side.

just like the stars are drawn to the moon 

i am emotionally and physically drawn to you

I am 12 and one day my mother mentions high school. I dont think too much of it, its a year away which feels like a lifetime. I just stay swinging on our blue swing set in the back yard. Today was good! I made my Dad cupcakes all by myself. He told me he was so proud of me.

I am 15 and they are telling me to hurry up and pick a major— before I’ve even stepped foot inside of a college. They tell me that these will be the best years of my life. The same people who tell me that, will stand there and lecture me because I got an 82% on a test instead of a 94%. I really wish I had time to go on the blue swing set right now.

I spend hours studying alone in my room. I spend twice as many hours crying, alone in my room. I am taught my grades are more important then my well being. All these people have high expectations of me. I HAVE to do all this work on time and I MUST get passing grades on every single thing. I go into school and my hands shake as the day unfolds. Its like this for nearly the whole year. I stutter and I flinch. I am exhausted. Its hard to fit a social life into my schedule when I need to study for the history mid term, the math finale. Somewhere along the way, I forgot what its like to relax. 

I am 16 and I am being asked constantly about school, a job, and my license. As if those three things are all that matters. It went from, “How are you doing?”, to, “How was school?”. I want to scream. What if I answered with the truth? School? School was horrible. I am exhausted from studying all night. I am agitated because I barely had time to eat at lunch. I am miserable because all my head can think about is upcoming quizzes and exams. A job? They expect me to balance a job on top of all this. I can’t even perform well enough for my own self let alone some middle aged man who runs a clothing department. They act as if getting a job is a matter of walking inside the store and asking. I am so sorry but this is 2014, not 1974. 

Every family event becomes “are you driving yet?”, “have you picked out a college?”, “..what do you mean you don’t have a job? Aren’t you 16?..God, when I was your age…”. 

Hell. Its turned into hell. 

I am 19 and I have left college because every time I walked down those halls, bile filled my mouth. My legs shook. I tried. I really tried but I couldn’t concentrate on these tests anymore. I do not give a shit about the population of Switzerland. Or how to write a sonnet. 
I have been constantly looked down upon since leaving. Like it is the most atrocious thing I could do. “What’s wrong with you? These are the best years of your life!” They spit back. Suddenly they didn’t ask what major I was going to choose. Or if I liked that job I didn’t yet have. No one mentioned my license. 

They put all this pressure on you. One day you’re outside playing on the swing set, you’re flying through the sky. Then the next you wake up, you’re 15 and everyone expects you to have it all figured out.

The first time i kissed you. 
One kiss, i was totally hooked. 
Addicted to you. 
I could never love anyone the way i love you. 
I'd follow you across the universe

One look, dark room, meant just for you. Time moved too fast, you play it back. Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke. No proof, not much but you saw enough. Small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight, the light reflects the chain on your neck, he says look up and your shoulders brush, no proof, one touch, you felt enough. 

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out, you are in love, true love. 

Morning, his place, burn toast, sunday, you keep his shirt, he keeps his word and for once you let go of your fears and your ghosts, one step, not much but it said enough. You kiss on sidewalks, you fight and you talk. One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says "You're my best friend", and you knew what it was, he is in love.

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out, you are in love, true love. 

And so it goes, you two are dancing in a snow globe round and round and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars and why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words. 

Please, please, take care of yourself. You are everything to somebody. You are everything to yourself. That alone is enough.

So no one told you life was going to be this way, your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA. It's like you're always stuck in second gear, well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year. But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour. I'll be there for you, like I've been there before. I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too

"Hoy caí

en Madrid

y por casualidad, por casualidad

pienso en ti

strawberry fields

que importa la verdad

en Plaza Mayor

en Puerta del Sol

las chicas van igual...

en París

en Berlín

en cualquier lugar

en cualquier ciudad

pienso en ti

yo muero por tí

que importa la verdad

en Río, en Bonn

en Constitución

las chicas van igual...

vi tu foto y me dormí

en una habitación

vi tu foto y me dormí

hoy caí

en Madrid

y por casualidad, por casualidad

pienso en ti

la vida sin fin

que importa la verdad

she's mine, she's mine

she's mine, she's mine

después me voy

yo necesito de tu amor

adonde voy, adonde voy

yo necesito de tu amor

después me voy, adonde voy

yo necesito de tu amor

vi tu foto y me dormí

en una habitación

vi tu foto y me dormí"

♥

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
 you don’t know what to do with your hands

“Fall in love with his eyes,
Because when he’s sad he will not smile,
But you’ll see love in his eyes,
As you get older looks will disappear,
He’ll loose those blonde locks, and good physique,
But those eyes, they’ll remain the same 
So when you fall in love make sure it’s with his eyes because true love is in the depths of his eyes”

I love you. I know you think it's him. I know you think it ought to be him, but it's not. It's you. And when I see you again, I'm going to tell you properly, just to see your stupid face. My life was so boring before you just dropped out of the sky. So just get your stupid face where I can see it, okay? Okay?

No quiero quererte, tengo miedo de perderte como todo lo que tuve y que se fue. No quiero pensarte, solo vivo este presente, hoy estás conmigo y mañana no sé. 

“
My friend once told me 

she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone 
would develop feelings over one feature, 
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands 
to cup the back of my neck 
the first time we kissed 
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer, 
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over, 
you fell asleep with your hand 
laid over my stomach 
and your fingers felt like a fire 
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk, 
was the first time you played with my hair, 
and my god I was hooked, 
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand, 
and rub your thumb in little circles
 that left me wanting you more, 
no matter what you would never let me go, 
I am glued to you, 
and I honestly don't mind

When we talked about breaking up, 
you saw my lips quiver with fear, 
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap 
and you kissed me like never before. 
With your hands on my hips 
pulling me so close to you, 
leaving no space in between us. 
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that, 
I finally understand why hands 
were the only feature that mattered”

22 things i wish i realized while i was still in highschool:

That zit on your cheek literally does not matter Skipping class one time will not ruin your entire life The boy you’re trying so hard to impress will mean nothing to you in a year Bring coffee to school and ignore people who make fun of it Bring a snack, too. Don’t care if people hear you eating in class. Being popular isn’t and will never be something that seriously defines who you are Appreciate your teachers Doing/not doing drugs doesn’t make you cooler than anyone else. Neither does drinking Talk to the kid sitting alone; even though it may not change your life it could drastically change theirs Participate in school events Nobody will laugh at you if you sit alone at your lunch table for five minutes Utilize the library Don’t wait 20 minutes to text someone back just to seem cool Tell your friends how much you love them Cherish your free textbooks… seriously Help confused freshmen, be nice to them. Remember how much you would have appreciated it a couple years ago Compliment the other girls in the bathroom That fight you had with your mom really isn’t that big of a deal It’s okay to cry Don’t let your desire for a romantic relationship stop you from forming platonic relationships Remember that life does go on

1. Spoiler alert: Your friends will walk away whilst you’re on fire just to save their own skin from being scorched. (you will, too)
2. Spoiler alert: Your first love will leave you for your best friend.
3. Spoiler alert: Your best friend will act like they’ve done nothing wrong and make you feel like you’re the one in the wrong.
4. Spoiler alert: You’ll fall for it, but not forever.
5. Spoiler alert: The boy that only talks to you when intoxicated is using you for your body. 
6. Spoiler alert: Anything you post on the internet can -and will - come back to bite you.
7. Spoiler alert: Age gaps make things difficult.
8. Spoiler alert: Parents aren’t always the angels in human form like you’ve been led to believe.
9. Spoiler alert: People get sick - and die. Daily.
10. Spoiler alert: There will always be someone better than you.
11. Spoiler alert: People lie constantly.
12. Spoiler alert: Those things you promised to your group of friends in grade six that you’d never do, you will do.
13. Spoiler alert: No one is ever as they seem.
14. Spoiler alert: At one point, you’ll convince yourself that alcohol will burn his name out of your throat.
15. Spoiler alert: It won’t. It’ll just make it hurt more.
16. Spoiler alert: Friends with benefits always, always, always leaves someone fucked up mentally.
17. Spoiler alert: Not everyone cares about your opinion.
18. Spoiler alert: How the world defines you should not alter how you see yourself.
19. Spoiler alert: Never deny yourself of the things in life that make you happy.
20. Spoiler alert: You’ll make a million mistakes and just when you think you understand, you’ll make a million more. But so will everybody else.