So damn good.
It is the useless things that make life worth living and that make life dangerous too: wine, love, art, beauty. Without them life is safe, but not worth bothering with.
sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey
there’s no in between
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I’m sick and tired of perceived standards.
Yes, I am female. THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME WEAK. I can lift my own goddamn “heavy” things thank you very much.
My hair color may be blond. THAT HAS NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT MY INTELLIGENCE. I’m tired of the “you wouldn’t understand“‘s. What do you think I am, a freaking cardboard? I have a brain just like you and it might even be better than yours.
Get your head out of your ass. I’m more capable than you might think I am.
It’s way too late to say that I’m lost.
I hate myself for what I have become. I hate myself for not becoming this sooner. And it’s too late for me to stop now. If I stop now I’d hate myself even more. I’m lost in this mess and there’s only one way to go, forward. Go on with the decisions that might be wrong but are better than stopping.
I hate myself.
I am lost.
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