When you least expect it, something great will come along. Something better than you ever planned for. Be patient. Be smart. Stay focused.

It’s been a year of intense growth.

Lately, I’ve had this lump in my throat; I’m choking back my own tears because I guess this is my fault. What’s the point in crying or feeling sorry for myself if I apparently did something so horrible that you can walk right out of my life, and right past me as if we’re strangers. Well, I guess that’s all we are now; strangers. Dear fucking god, does that break my heart. Who knew that friends, not lovers, could break your heart? Who knew that you could give someone your all and always be there for them, but one day they wake up and decide they don’t need you anymore; regardless if you need them or not. They drop you like you’re nothing. And nothing - wow, does that word impact us more than we ever realize. Nothing; I’m not even sure how to define that word, but I mean fucking nothing to you. Why the fuck does that mean everything to me?

‎You have to be the kind of person who can make the best out of a Tuesday. You know those people who live for the weekends? They’re wishing their life away. You have to find something worth living for or else you’ll look back and realize you’ve wasted your life away.