How true.

this made my day.

forunately.

(un)fortunately,

i have nothing to say.

eight year old self.

"if your 8 year old self met you, would they be proud?"

in some ways yes.
in others, no.

i've lost a lot of my self a long the way.

It's time I find me again.

That's right.

I'm baaaack.

hide.

Don't remind me.

"Not only are you stressed with school, you come from a home with a single dad."

getting help.

Your hands are dirty, and your eyes are clouded with judgement.

Only we know what our smiles

sound like.

I wanna go here.

Like you.

I like you for who you are, not what you can do for me.

Find peace in being the best you can be. That's all you can do.

Hahaha.

macerate.

but more importantly, there is a time for change.

things i used to tell you.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

- Frederic Chopin.

via Manny.