i am seriously considering learning how to grow and then getting my growing license
i remember one night not long after i broke up with justin i was laying in my old bedroom in the dark at nighttime, and just realizing how little i really am… so small and frail… yet my mind is always fighting for strength. i am a fighter, i don’t have a choice. i wish strength came naturally, but it doesn’t. i can’t let myself collapse. ever.
"I’M A SOLDIER these shoulders hold up so much they won’t budge, i never fall or fold up, even if my collorbones crush or crumble, i will never slip or stumble" -Eminem
no matter what happens i can’t let anything bring me down. i think my worst enemy is probably my weakness. i think i’m so feeble sometimes, i need to quit that shit. it’s useless to be weak. only the strong survive, i’ve to quit bein a pussy. i need to man up. we no longer live in a time where women are the weaker link, i’ve got to be tough. i can’t let my sadness bring me down anymore, i have to fight it. i’m a soldier.
i should learn bravery.