tme bing
i sometimes dread reading old posts, i was so fucking desperate. you think the person is destined to read it and come back to you. the thoughts of a young hopeless romantic are quite hilarious if you ask me. things just do not work that way. there is a reason movies are movies, because they are perfect little scenarios of what we want life to be. maybe if we stop comparing our lives to movies we would be a little bit happier with what we have, nothing will ever be close to perfect. I’m fine with that, we all need a little cluster fuck in our lives from time to time.
life is a beautiful thing, really. i am done comparing, i would rather live life, then compare. compare. compare.
