mylinhdt:

I feel somewhat regretful for all that’s happened. Sometimes a little selfish and maybe even a little bit evil for finding the slightest pleasure when things go my way.

Oh March, please go by swiftly. Starting this month off with a fever and stuffy nose is never good but I’m determined to finish strong. With finals, cheer tryouts, birthdays, get together, parties (ground and bussed), dances, and of course the showcases I plan on making it one memorable March. 

At first, things were horrible. Scrambled, a mess. But now things are falling into place exactly how it should be. I’m so grateful for the people I have supporting me right now. Success is the only way guys. The only way.

You’ve scarred me from ever touching another human being like that ever again.

How can all of that mean nothing to you?

Or must I say, how can all of that mean so much to me?

Its hurts so much to think about.

My brain makes an automatic left when what I have left of you appears.

I trusted you.

With everything.

Shit happens— and reality is, shit’s gonna keep happening for the rest of your life. Most of the time, there are no reasons and/or explanations. It just happens. The thing is, you choose how you let it effect you. So next time some shit happens, are you just gonna mope about how that shit knocked you down, or are you gonna get the fuck up and deal?