and as we come across each bridge a new challenge presents itself. some make us stronger and storm deteriorate all that we have left, but we have all the power to change these underlying issues that only arise when one of us decides to stay silent. we realize we are the bridge, and as time passes our issues either let us pass or break the bridge.

and why is it that for some of us, a few insignificant words can make us question everything? Is it because i could be bipolar? or am i just as unhappy with myself as these words are portraying? it makes me rethink it all.

i love him so, but youd never guess that when im drunk. it hurts us both and sometimes i wonder if its a sign or that im just ******* crazy.

it's time I make a change once and for all. I've been the same short-tempered and wreckless human my entire life and now I'm beginning to be too old for this.

And she is dripping with the finest of golds and silvers and the happiest smile, but when she takes off all the shimmering jewels the smiles slips off into the jewelry box as well.

a list of the insignificant things bothering me:
1. do they hate me
2. do they talk poorly about me when im not around
3. do i even care
4. ...

to the girl I was then, I guess I have to find it in me to forgive you. The hurt, lost and bent 20 something. its taken me time to come to this realization that sometimes the things we do are a reflection of how we are inside, especially when they hurt others. and that's me, the girl who let her inside control the outside and hurt others in retaliation of those who hurt her. good luck miss 21.