A bIT oF eVERYTHING

Your eyes reminded me of the endless ocean. Overwhelming, deep, and swimming with life. They became my favorite color and I would gladly paint every single wall in my house to match them. So vast and yet so happily open. Even though you were unbearably nice, I still stayed with you and let myself plunge into the rich, glassy waters in those eyes. Your soul is the riptide. I was pulled under. I could not breathe. I drowned.

It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.

Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

It’s so hard to understand what traveling does to your brain unless you’ve done it. It’s like a drug that completely opens your mind. You become addicted to the feeling of change and leaving your comfort zone. You learn so many new things about yourself and most importantly you become so aware of the beautiful and breathtaking world around you.

sending a friendly reminder that everyday is a new start. let go of any bad feelings you’re carrying over from the past. free yourself.

Throw Away

I am simply not good enough for anyone….I’m always that person that cares too much that loves too much because when someone special comes along I put all my effort and time for them whether they’re a friend or more I always want them to have the best part of me, but when do I get the best of someone? when will someone care for me and love me as much as I do? it feels like I am always that one person to love more or care more. it hurts…. it hurts when people put you second or push you to the side when someone new comes along. I seem to always be that person smiling and laughing and being that positive person who doesn’t care or seemed to get hurt by anything but in fact I’m the least positive person and I do care I think I care way more than I’m suppose to. I fuck up with people, I push people away as much as I want them to be close to me but I’m working on that. I’m just not good enough for anyone I’m hopeless I can’t keep a person to stay because either sooner or later someone leaves which is pretty normal for me because I’ve had people leave me since forever. I don’t think anyone knows what I feel most of the time, I’ve gotten so use to pretending to be happy that sometimes I can’t remember how to truly be happy. Isn’t it sad.

I get so caught up in my head that it eats away at me. I believe the worst is going to happen because it always has. I always have these “what’s ifs” that drive me crazy and make me miserable. I create trouble in my head that isn’t even there and get myself worked up. I just want to shut it off and not overthink everything to death. To just live in the moment.

I over analyze situations because I’m scared of what will happen if I’m not prepared for it.