Its Lit Af

I feel so stupid sometimes because I fantasize too much about the people I like; I invent stories with them, I imagine entire days with them and how nice the future will be with pictures and letters and other tender things that makes a lot of sense in my mind. then the reality turn to be so much different and meaner and maybe the reason why it’s so difficult for me to accept it and letting people go it’s because I just want my future to be happy. in all my stories and castles I build inside of my mind, sadness just does not exist

so sick of looking at my purse and not seeing $20,000

5 years ago i was a fucking mess & now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with cooler fashion sense