The rest is still Unwritten
are you courageous enough to let go of everything that does not serve your happiness?
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Post reblogged from
Actually seeing exactly how little you mean to someone, realizing the miniscule or even non-existent regard they have to you, is really the best wake up call. I expected to be sadder.. but I guess my reaction, or lack thereof, just means I’ve been wiser and in tune with reality in my expectations.
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Having everyone tell you that prom tickets are still on sale when their not is quite frustrating! It’s my fault for believing them because I was so.stressed with testing. I will be mad if I can’t go to my senior prom. All I can do now is hope that Ms. Vasquez can do something for me
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Everything happens for a reason. Even bad things…they happen to make you wiser and they happen to make you stronger. They are things we would never dream of wanting to happen but as a result those who they happen to have the ability to see things differently then others and have a range of perspectives that you may have been blind to otherwise. After a while the pain will subside and the rest that is left needs to be harnessed and turned into will power to keep going and make that terrible experience into something that created who you are which is strong beautiful and amazing.
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How are you going to text me and apologize for not talking to me and then not talk to me when I reply? I think everything you be better if you just stayed out of my life for good.
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Woke up at 645
English test at 8
Finished English at 1030
Studied until 1230
Psych test at 1245
finished psych test at 310
Dinner with Ms Siggson and Desiree at 340 (early dinner I know)
came home at 445
Sat on the couch and did nothing until 630
Took a nap until 7
Plan on showering at 730
plan on watching a little TV at 815
I should probably fit studying into this schedule …. -
welcome to the life of an IB student
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I should’ve known that it was too good to be true. Back to the life I’ve always known
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Photoset reblogged from Live.Laugh.Love.
Whenever I attend the wedding, the first thing I look at isn’t the bride. It’s the groom. I like seeing the way he looks at her, like she’s the only woman in the world and all he could ever ask for was walking down the aisle in a white dress, ready to say yes to a life with him, and to love him for the rest of his life.
Before the wedding: “They wanted to pray together, but not see each other, before the ceremony.”
