She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
being insecure fucking sucks because people always think you’re saying shit for attention or to get compliments but I don’t want attention because attention means more people noticing my flaws and I don’t want compliments because I don’t even know how to take them
sometimes i drop things and am too lazy to pick them up, like pencils, or my hopes and dreams