I can’t take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can’t count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.
It’s about how you’re like a lighthouse, always searching far into the distance. But the thing you’re looking for is usually close to you and always has been. That’s why you have to look within yourself to find answers instead of searching beyond.
Life would be so much easier if fictional boys were real.
We can’t help who we love. Love isn’t logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us.
Even in a bad situation, there’s always a positive side. Even if you can’t see it yet.
Things fall apart, even when you think they’re stronger than anything you could ever imagine.
I’m thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.
It’s weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.
For one day there will be nothing left, yet we will have something. -me- I tried to wait for my life to begin. Something has to happen. Like an amazing boy. I know he’s out there. I just have to find him.
If you have to explain about how something’s supposed to feel, it takes away all the magic.
I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that’s hard to see, I’ve known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I’d be the one to end it.
It feels incredible to be outside when I’m supposed to be inside. The sensation of freedom is intoxicating. – Sara.
Because if you take a risk, you just might find what you’re looking for.
My shows and books are an instant mood adjuster. They’re my drugs of choice. And the fictional characters I love are like my friends.
I just never stopped believing that what I wanted could be real.
The stupid thing about anger is how people hurt you and then you let them keep hurting you by being angry about how they originally hurt you. It’s a vicious cycle.
No one can be everything you want them to be.
Maybe it’s just hart to see what’s right in front of you while you’re frantically searching for it.
You can overcome your fears, you cange change, you can make life into what you’ve always wanted it to be. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. So hang in.
Never give up on your dreams. No matter how many people say it’s impossible, no matter how difficult your journey is, you can create your ideal life. Your heart’s desires can become reality. Make things better now by taking steps every day to get closer to the life you want. And never, ever give up.