Cause of change.
After something wonderful, something you truly believed in, loved, and appreciated, has been taken away, lost, or destroyed, you take it hard on others, and more importantly, yourself. You become this person, weather it’s anger, depression, or loneliness… You become someone totally different. You’re not yourself anymore. You try to fill that lost with something else; most of the time that “something else” changes you to the side of which you didn’t want to become…
(via ohaayits-airish)
Sometimes I’m a little disappointed at myself
For all the things that I’ve done, even though I know I shouldn’t. The guilts. The discomfort, yet pleasure, that it temporarily brings upon my conscious mind and my exhausted body. While it’s the nature of human to either forgive or forget, I’m still very hesitant to do so. Maybe the occasional “whatever” will fix it for now. But the feeling of disappointment lingers on.
(via omgphantastic)
Me.
Start of freshman year: Alright gotta get good grades to start off high school!
Middle of freshman year: Ehh fuck it this year doesn't matter anyways!
Start of sophomore year: Alright NOW is time to get good grades!
Middle of sophomore year: ehh fuck it junior year is the year that counts!
Start of junior year: Alright gotta buckle down and do this!
Middle of junior year: Fuck I fucked up all of high school.
Start of senior year: Alright senior year I fucked up my whole high school life, time to make this count!
Middle of senior year: Just end the year already shit.
