I wish we lived in a world where all the bullshit, all the hate, the misconceptions, I wish they were all background noise. I wish that one day, I could walk to the park and have it dawn on me that those aren't the most important things in life. I see a baby bird learning to fly and that should make me happy. It doesn't. I spend the time thinking about how sad and pathetic my life is. About how sad and pathetic I am. And the truth is, it doesn't matter. Whoever wants to stand next to you in the summer, when it's pouring and pouring. Whoever stands there with you, because neither of you wants to get your hair wet, that's who matters. Who cares what I think about myself? Everyone else is busy contemplating things past store windows. I see mannequins dressed up in snappy clothes and I think about how I'd like to manage this. I think to myself, how am I going to be happy? I feel happiness as something I'll come across when I have everything sorted out. But happiness isn't your neighbor knocking on your door on Thursday, happiness is something you set out and find, even after your life seems shitty and useless, happiness is there, inside you. Waiting. Get over yourself. Your life will get better, but you have to make it better. I do. We do. I'm sick of waiting. But then I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be the same.
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"I want to know that you won't wake up one day and feel different."
"I can't give you that. Nobody can."
I'm the hero in this story, don't need to be saved.I'm the hero in this story, don't need to be saved.Labels: hero--Regina Spektor
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.