Can’t do anything myself it seems. Always have to be one-upped even when it’s CHARITY. Wtf

I spent a lot of my university career calling certain faculties/courses down the to the dirt only to find out now, upon taking these courses, that I’m really interested in them. La vie

that moment when you accept that someone didn’t actually care about you and you were just a warm body when they were drunk.

a shitty but relieving revelation. 

but don’t you want to be seen as more than the girl who does ___ activity and studies ___?

there has to be more to life than that?

we’re all going through shit thinking no one else could ever feel this angry/sad/hurt/upset/whatever as i do right now; and that simply isn’t true.

we’re all capable of feeling every kind of emotion, and that’s ok. it’s more important to realize that feelings, all feelings, pass. we’re also all capable of learning from these feelings and moving on. 

“we are not irreparably broken”