You made me believe you, and fell for it. And for that, iHate you.

through the years,

cindypenguin:

jaaasminne:

When we were little, life worked perfectly. No matter what happened, everything turned out alright in the end. Scraped knees, canceled play dates, dropped ice cream cones— we would cry for a short time, but by the end of the day, everything would be perfect. And now as we’ve grown older, we’ve lost the faith as we stumble through each day; crying over broken hearts, lost friendships, and lost dreams. It seems like life and perfection have turned their backs on us, but really it’s just that we’ve grown up. As children we didn’t pay attention to such details about our daily lives, but now we are more aware, and the little details seem to be amplifying our pain. But just remember that when we were younger, life was hard too, but we had faith in perfection because we could look past faults. So don’t lose your faith. Learn to know that each day will pass, each heartache will be mended, and everything will be perfect in the end.

Beating insecurity
My battle it will always be
LIke climbing up a mountain high
Where clouds are thick throughout the sky
Dark and low they hang around
So mountainpeak cannot be found
So my life has well become
Not knowing where, why to or from
A glance into my past I find
Things that have not been so kind
They’ve played my mind and emotions well
To make me think that I’m in hell
Never sure of what’s in store
And never spread my wings and soar
Not knowing what’s behind that door
Never striving for anything more
To defeat insecurity
Is to be all you can be
Do all the things that you can do
And live your life as you so choose
Making sure along the way
The baggage carried has been claimed
I have baggage I never knew
And soon will have to take my cue
That this thing called insecurity
My partner it will always be.