I wish everyone would just be themselves all the time.
My faith in humanity was lost by the number of people who cheat on exams. Enjoy your fake degrees.
There is one thing that gives me hope in the future…her name is Everleigh ❤
I will never understand why people can’t do the jobs they are assigned to…I always end up doing more than I need to.
I need a reminder that everything is going to be okay. I’m hoping today is the day I get that.
What I would give for just five more minutes in bed every day of my life.
My attachment to my hair is unexplainable.
Why can’t I focus on one thing at a time.
The serenity prayer it the most sacred thing to my family, despite the word god in it I find it inspirational.
Grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
One. Step. At. A Time. ❤
I’m debating on what I want in the ribbon of my tattoo. I’m hoping to get it this summer.
If I don’t get my bird tattoo this summer I want a mental health awareness ribbon.
I’ve been looking at post-grad programs…I want to go into business but then I feel like I won’t be helping people how I always wanted to.
I miss my bed like you wouldn’t even believe. I miss my ol’ bear on my bed. I miss my corkboard border and my Paramore poster, collage of name tags, and my reasons why I’m special.
I want nothing more than to step on the ice and curl again.
Whenever I look at you I’m reminded of all the drama you caused me – thanks for making me that much stronger this year.
14,000 a year
For 13 weeks I lose my mind.
For 13 weeks I consume myself in books.
I read page after page, slide after slide.
I take notes, read them over, re-write them.
I make cue-cards, I post it note, I recite and recite.
And at the end of the day I still feel like
I’m going nowhere
at full speed.
I wish psychology wasn’t so depressing most days. I hate that I can find more research on abusive marriages then I can on happy ones. I don’t understand why we can’t focus on the amazing things that happen in our lives and study those – like the amount of happiness a baby brings a family instead of how much it tears it apart. Why aren’t there studies about how good adolescent relationships can be instead of focusing on the 25% who suffer.
It all makes no sense to me.