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5th July 2014: Closure

Alumni card, happy-sad farewells and new beginnings.

5th July 2014: Closure

Alumni card, happy-sad farewells and new beginnings.

24th June 2014

Rascal Flatts Words I Couldn’t Say Lyrics

feels. haha. if i’d known that my sister’s birthday was the last time i’d ever see you, i would’ve kept my eyes on you all night. i would’ve looked at you as i handed you that bottle cap that moment i called you back. i would’ve said a more fitting goodbye. one that doesn’t involve me just nodding at you and turning away as you tried to say thank you and goodbye. 

there i was with my pride, not wanting to show how affected and hurt i still was. trying my best to hide those with a bullshit show of apathy. laughing at and with everyone else but you, when the one person i wanted to be with was none other than you.

how was i to know? there was never an indication that it was coming this soon! you never talked to me. ever. you said we could still be friends. i said it wasn’t going to be that easy but i tried, remember? those times i’d chat you up, leaving me feeling like a hungover past that wouldn’t stop creeping in on your present? me telling myself after every damn attempt that the ball’s on your side of the court now but never really being able to resist. waiting, waiting, waiting, until i learned not to wait on you (well, not as much as i used to) anymore.

you couldn’t even tell me directly why we ended and now i’m left wondering if you ever really cared at all. but i’m not here to bring that up again. actually, i don’t know why i’m still here. i made this blog (this set of posts i hope you’re reading, or maybe not) two years ago for cathartic purposes, and then sent you the link so MAYBE you could read (but i’m guessing you never did, and never will) about how i never intended to fall that time but did, how hurt and sorry i was that i let you leave like that. i used to think i could’ve not let my pride get in the way (like you told me) and fought for us. but just so you know, all i thought about was that i’d never fight for something you might not want anymore, for something that isn’t making you happy anymore. so yea, it was 50% selfishness (self-preservation), 50% selflessness (love for you).

again i’m rambling about things i’ve already written about in the past. something i shouldn’t be doing because by now i SHOULD’VE moved on. everybody else has. including you. i should be the happy me i’m projecting, writing about new beginnings and this chance to finally reach my dreams. maybe one of these days i could write about that. something happy for a change. but not tonight. not yet.

it’s just that when i heard the song, i couldn’t help remembering everything now. when our friends told me not more than six months ago about the “reason” you told them, i…readied myself for the possibility of living in that reality. a reality where we’d be living on different sides of the world, with close to zero chances of ever seeing each other again. months passed by and i learned to accept and was ready for that reality…at least that’s what i thought.

i was never really ever ready. i may have accepted the idea but i never actually thought i’d live in that reality. or maybe i overestimated myself thinking i wouldn’t be as affected anymore when it happens. sadly i am.

so many words, so many ways i could’ve thanked you also and said a proper goodbye. all useless now because i’m all that’s left to hear them.

”..all i can hear in the silence that remains are the words i couldn’t say.”

- B

24th April 2014

I’m happy for you :)

It kinda sucks that the separation came two years before the actual leaving. We could’ve had two great years together but now we’d never know. We never had that chance. It was love, but it was fleeting. A flash. It left as swiftly as it came. And all that’s left are what ifs that would (I’ll be honest here) haunt me (or maybe even you, but then maybe not) forever.

Because really, what if? What if we put up with what’s happening then? What if we could do it? What if we could’ve lasted and all we needed to do was to hold on to what we had then? But then we both let go.. What if it’s only meant to happen to me (or us, who knows) only once but then I (or we, again who knows) lost that one chance because we gave up too soon? So many questions that will never be answered.

Add the thought of the possibility of you not coming back home anymore. I guess I’ve always thought one way or another you could still be a part of my life. But then I never pictured that possibility happening with you at the other side of the world so…

Everything’s hanging without assurance or answers or closures.

But then again, if you’re happy there, if you’re enjoying the experiences you’re having there, then I’m happy for you. I think I can bear all these uncertainties if I could just know, if I could just be sure that being there is making you happy. I love(d) you enough not to begrudge you that.

And who knows, maybe the day would come when I’d also finally be able to just forget about all the questions I want answered, let go of the baggage of the past and just leave. Forget. Move. Onwards.

UST was not my first choice, that would be Ateneo. Nor was it my second, that would be LaSalle. And UP beat it to third because of its reputation for greatness and the tuition rates. But for some reason God led me to UST, and I know that God will never lead me someplace that wouldn’t be good for me. So I believed in Him and in His reasons for leading me there.

As I spent those years in UST, I found things I did not like about it. But as I think back I realize, I love the university. I hated on UST, yes, still do. But it’s ok. It’s ok because I did not have preconceived notions of perfection about the university, only to be disappointed when it does not turn out the way I imagined it. It’s ok because I LEARNED to love and appreciate the good things that are really there to find. It’s ok because the good things I found and learned to love, I loved without need to first compare it to a higher, preconceived notion and just eventually accepting it because it’s as good as it gets. It’s ok because that hate showed me the things I could love wholeheartedly.

I love everything I went through there. I love the people I found there. I love the community I worked with there. I love the university’s unity and spirit. I love the training I was put through, the training that EARNED US PRAISES IN OUR OJT SITES AND SET US APART FROM OTHERS (like what one of our sites said, we set the standard for future trainees). I love how the community would proudly cheer and sing ” O, defensa!”, “One for UST”, “Go USTe”, and the UST Hymn even if things aren’t in our favor. I love how the USTYJ keeps banging proudly for the university even in our losing moments. I love how the students proudly wear the university color even if we’re not always sure of winning. I love how the alumni proudly show the world what Thomasians are and what sets us apart despite the low profile we maintain. I love the person that came out of the Arch that night, the person I turned out to be because of UST.

UST’s not perfect. I believe no school is. But I will always be grateful for and proud of the experiences I had in UST. These experiences constantly challenged me and taught me to keep striving to become a better version of myself. It taught me that Thomasians roar and make noise through their humility, initiative, determination and perseverance. It taught me to be silently proud of where I came from. Di man kami kilala bilang champion ng CDC, volleyball or basketball, di man kami iskolar ng bayan, nadadalian man sila sa exams namin, hindi mag iingay ang Tomasino. Instead, we will do our best and through our work, show the world why Thomasians are also worthy of recognition. The Thomasian spirit, the Tiger’s heart never stops. It will keep pushing, it will keep persevering, it will never give up. Commitment. Compassion. Competence. That’s the Thomasian edge.

UST was not my first choice, that would be Ateneo. Nor was it my second, that would be LaSalle. And UP beat it to third because of its reputation for greatness and the tuition rates. But for some reason God led me to UST, and I know that God will never lead me someplace that wouldn’t be good for me. So I believed in Him and in His reasons for leading me there.

As I spent those years in UST, I found things I did not like about it. But as I think back I realize, I love the university. I hated on UST, yes, still do. But it’s ok. It’s ok because I did not have preconceived notions of perfection about the university, only to be disappointed when it does not turn out the way I imagined it. It’s ok because I LEARNED to love and appreciate the good things that are really there to find. It’s ok because the good things I found and learned to love, I loved without need to first compare it to a higher, preconceived notion and just eventually accepting it because it’s as good as it gets. It’s ok because that hate showed me the things I could love wholeheartedly.

I love everything I went through there. I love the people I found there. I love the community I worked with there. I love the university’s unity and spirit. I love the training I was put through, the training that EARNED US PRAISES IN OUR OJT SITES AND SET US APART FROM OTHERS (like what one of our sites said, we set the standard for future trainees). I love how the community would proudly cheer and sing ” O, defensa!”, “One for UST”, “Go USTe”, and the UST Hymn even if things aren’t in our favor. I love how the USTYJ keeps banging proudly for the university even in our losing moments. I love how the students proudly wear the university color even if we’re not always sure of winning. I love how the alumni proudly show the world what Thomasians are and what sets us apart despite the low profile we maintain. I love the person that came out of the Arch that night, the person I turned out to be because of UST.

UST’s not perfect. I believe no school is. But I will always be grateful for and proud of the experiences I had in UST. These experiences constantly challenged me and taught me to keep striving to become a better version of myself. It taught me that Thomasians roar and make noise through their humility, initiative, determination and perseverance. It taught me to be silently proud of where I came from. Di man kami kilala bilang champion ng CDC, volleyball or basketball, di man kami iskolar ng bayan, nadadalian man sila sa exams namin, hindi mag iingay ang Tomasino. Instead, we will do our best and through our work, show the world why Thomasians are also worthy of recognition. The Thomasian spirit, the Tiger’s heart never stops. It will keep pushing, it will keep persevering, it will never give up. Commitment. Compassion. Competence. That’s the Thomasian edge.

21st March 2014
UST Baccalaureate Mass

It may have taken us only a few minutes to walk towards the Arch and a few seconds to pass through it, but it took us four years worth of homeworks, exams, enduring crappy profs, dealing with creepy profs, enjoying the best profs, hardships, accomplishments, pains, successes, frustrations, joys, disappointments, broken hearts and new-found loves. Some people we learned to let go of. Some people we learned to let in. Some we promise to forever keep in our hearts.

Through it all, we were roughened up then smoothened over and over and over again. We were changed in ways we both expected and did not expect to be. It was a rollercoaster ride I would never ever forget.

it sucks when you’re referred to / introduced as someone’s ex..

allthewastedmascara:

*insert name here*’s ex

ex ni …

dating … ni …

it’s a part of of the person, yes. but it’s limiting. it only describes a bit of the totality of who a person is. there are so many other ways person could be described.

i’m MORE than just someone’s ex.

24th October 2013

there’s just so much gratitude in me today. there’s so much to be thankful for.

there are still things i pray and need to work hard for to achieve, but at the same time i have also been very blessed.

i was blessed to have lived through the past year, and i am blessed with a new one to look forward to.

i was blessed with disappointments frustrations and failures, because of which i am blessed to know succes, achievement and happiness.

i was blessed with challenges that helped develop and/or change me into something better, and i am blessed with another year’s worth of challenges to further develop me.

i was blessed to have met so many wonderful people from whom i learned, and i am blessed with an opportunity to meet new ones to learn from.

i was blessed with opportunities to give, to reach out, to help, and i am
blessed with more chances to share my blessings with people who’re in need.

i was blessed with friends and family who love and accept me for me and who’re always there to back me and take care of me, and i am blessed with a chance to experience their love again and to reciprocate that love.

i was blessed to see hardships…because of which i am blessed to know that i am (still) blessed.

thank you Lord, for all these. i don’t think i’d be where i am today if not for Your greatness, guidance and mercy. i humbly lift everything—every achievement, failure, happiness, problem, heartache, joy—to You.

knowmebeforeyoujudge2:

happysmile-redsleeves:


you see this right? you think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. Well you’re wrong. I would. and so would so many other people. The girls in your school who didn’t always acknowledge you? they’ll blame themselves. The boy or girl that rejected you? they’ll blame themselves. Everyone will go around saying what a beautiful person you were and how they didn’t see the signs, when really, everyone saw the signs. I promise you, people think you’re beautiful, someone loves you. People are afraid to admit defeat about their feelings. Somebody wants you, somebody needs you. Your mom, your dad, your grandma, your sister, your brother, your best friend? they need you. For all you know, you could be their rock, without you, they might just die. You affect everyone around you, your actions, the things you do. Your smile, might just make someone elses day. Your laugh, might be music to someones ears. So please, listen to me. Put down the pills. Put down the gun. Put down the rope. Put down the razor. You’re strong, you’re beautiful and i believe in you.

this helped so fucking much

Lonely, depressed teen

knowmebeforeyoujudge2:

happysmile-redsleeves:

you see this right? you think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. Well you’re wrong. I would. and so would so many other people. The girls in your school who didn’t always acknowledge you? they’ll blame themselves. The boy or girl that rejected you? they’ll blame themselves. Everyone will go around saying what a beautiful person you were and how they didn’t see the signs, when really, everyone saw the signs. I promise you, people think you’re beautiful, someone loves you. People are afraid to admit defeat about their feelings. Somebody wants you, somebody needs you. Your mom, your dad, your grandma, your sister, your brother, your best friend? they need you. For all you know, you could be their rock, without you, they might just die. You affect everyone around you, your actions, the things you do. Your smile, might just make someone elses day. Your laugh, might be music to someones ears. So please, listen to me. Put down the pills. Put down the gun. Put down the rope. Put down the razor. You’re strong, you’re beautiful and i believe in you.

this helped so fucking much

Lonely, depressed teen

(via thebeautifulsadness)

brobecks:

“tired” isn’t even a temporary state for me anymore it’s just an inherent part of my personality at this point

(via thebeautifulsadness)

5th July 2014: Closure

Alumni card, happy-sad farewells and new beginnings.

5th July 2014: Closure

Alumni card, happy-sad farewells and new beginnings.

24th June 2014

Rascal Flatts Words I Couldn’t Say Lyrics

feels. haha. if i’d known that my sister’s birthday was the last time i’d ever see you, i would’ve kept my eyes on you all night. i would’ve looked at you as i handed you that bottle cap that moment i called you back. i would’ve said a more fitting goodbye. one that doesn’t involve me just nodding at you and turning away as you tried to say thank you and goodbye. 

there i was with my pride, not wanting to show how affected and hurt i still was. trying my best to hide those with a bullshit show of apathy. laughing at and with everyone else but you, when the one person i wanted to be with was none other than you.

how was i to know? there was never an indication that it was coming this soon! you never talked to me. ever. you said we could still be friends. i said it wasn’t going to be that easy but i tried, remember? those times i’d chat you up, leaving me feeling like a hungover past that wouldn’t stop creeping in on your present? me telling myself after every damn attempt that the ball’s on your side of the court now but never really being able to resist. waiting, waiting, waiting, until i learned not to wait on you (well, not as much as i used to) anymore.

you couldn’t even tell me directly why we ended and now i’m left wondering if you ever really cared at all. but i’m not here to bring that up again. actually, i don’t know why i’m still here. i made this blog (this set of posts i hope you’re reading, or maybe not) two years ago for cathartic purposes, and then sent you the link so MAYBE you could read (but i’m guessing you never did, and never will) about how i never intended to fall that time but did, how hurt and sorry i was that i let you leave like that. i used to think i could’ve not let my pride get in the way (like you told me) and fought for us. but just so you know, all i thought about was that i’d never fight for something you might not want anymore, for something that isn’t making you happy anymore. so yea, it was 50% selfishness (self-preservation), 50% selflessness (love for you).

again i’m rambling about things i’ve already written about in the past. something i shouldn’t be doing because by now i SHOULD’VE moved on. everybody else has. including you. i should be the happy me i’m projecting, writing about new beginnings and this chance to finally reach my dreams. maybe one of these days i could write about that. something happy for a change. but not tonight. not yet.

it’s just that when i heard the song, i couldn’t help remembering everything now. when our friends told me not more than six months ago about the “reason” you told them, i…readied myself for the possibility of living in that reality. a reality where we’d be living on different sides of the world, with close to zero chances of ever seeing each other again. months passed by and i learned to accept and was ready for that reality…at least that’s what i thought.

i was never really ever ready. i may have accepted the idea but i never actually thought i’d live in that reality. or maybe i overestimated myself thinking i wouldn’t be as affected anymore when it happens. sadly i am.

so many words, so many ways i could’ve thanked you also and said a proper goodbye. all useless now because i’m all that’s left to hear them.

”..all i can hear in the silence that remains are the words i couldn’t say.”

- B

24th April 2014

I’m happy for you :)

It kinda sucks that the separation came two years before the actual leaving. We could’ve had two great years together but now we’d never know. We never had that chance. It was love, but it was fleeting. A flash. It left as swiftly as it came. And all that’s left are what ifs that would (I’ll be honest here) haunt me (or maybe even you, but then maybe not) forever.

Because really, what if? What if we put up with what’s happening then? What if we could do it? What if we could’ve lasted and all we needed to do was to hold on to what we had then? But then we both let go.. What if it’s only meant to happen to me (or us, who knows) only once but then I (or we, again who knows) lost that one chance because we gave up too soon? So many questions that will never be answered.

Add the thought of the possibility of you not coming back home anymore. I guess I’ve always thought one way or another you could still be a part of my life. But then I never pictured that possibility happening with you at the other side of the world so…

Everything’s hanging without assurance or answers or closures.

But then again, if you’re happy there, if you’re enjoying the experiences you’re having there, then I’m happy for you. I think I can bear all these uncertainties if I could just know, if I could just be sure that being there is making you happy. I love(d) you enough not to begrudge you that.

And who knows, maybe the day would come when I’d also finally be able to just forget about all the questions I want answered, let go of the baggage of the past and just leave. Forget. Move. Onwards.

UST was not my first choice, that would be Ateneo. Nor was it my second, that would be LaSalle. And UP beat it to third because of its reputation for greatness and the tuition rates. But for some reason God led me to UST, and I know that God will never lead me someplace that wouldn’t be good for me. So I believed in Him and in His reasons for leading me there.

As I spent those years in UST, I found things I did not like about it. But as I think back I realize, I love the university. I hated on UST, yes, still do. But it’s ok. It’s ok because I did not have preconceived notions of perfection about the university, only to be disappointed when it does not turn out the way I imagined it. It’s ok because I LEARNED to love and appreciate the good things that are really there to find. It’s ok because the good things I found and learned to love, I loved without need to first compare it to a higher, preconceived notion and just eventually accepting it because it’s as good as it gets. It’s ok because that hate showed me the things I could love wholeheartedly.

I love everything I went through there. I love the people I found there. I love the community I worked with there. I love the university’s unity and spirit. I love the training I was put through, the training that EARNED US PRAISES IN OUR OJT SITES AND SET US APART FROM OTHERS (like what one of our sites said, we set the standard for future trainees). I love how the community would proudly cheer and sing ” O, defensa!”, “One for UST”, “Go USTe”, and the UST Hymn even if things aren’t in our favor. I love how the USTYJ keeps banging proudly for the university even in our losing moments. I love how the students proudly wear the university color even if we’re not always sure of winning. I love how the alumni proudly show the world what Thomasians are and what sets us apart despite the low profile we maintain. I love the person that came out of the Arch that night, the person I turned out to be because of UST.

UST’s not perfect. I believe no school is. But I will always be grateful for and proud of the experiences I had in UST. These experiences constantly challenged me and taught me to keep striving to become a better version of myself. It taught me that Thomasians roar and make noise through their humility, initiative, determination and perseverance. It taught me to be silently proud of where I came from. Di man kami kilala bilang champion ng CDC, volleyball or basketball, di man kami iskolar ng bayan, nadadalian man sila sa exams namin, hindi mag iingay ang Tomasino. Instead, we will do our best and through our work, show the world why Thomasians are also worthy of recognition. The Thomasian spirit, the Tiger’s heart never stops. It will keep pushing, it will keep persevering, it will never give up. Commitment. Compassion. Competence. That’s the Thomasian edge.

UST was not my first choice, that would be Ateneo. Nor was it my second, that would be LaSalle. And UP beat it to third because of its reputation for greatness and the tuition rates. But for some reason God led me to UST, and I know that God will never lead me someplace that wouldn’t be good for me. So I believed in Him and in His reasons for leading me there.

As I spent those years in UST, I found things I did not like about it. But as I think back I realize, I love the university. I hated on UST, yes, still do. But it’s ok. It’s ok because I did not have preconceived notions of perfection about the university, only to be disappointed when it does not turn out the way I imagined it. It’s ok because I LEARNED to love and appreciate the good things that are really there to find. It’s ok because the good things I found and learned to love, I loved without need to first compare it to a higher, preconceived notion and just eventually accepting it because it’s as good as it gets. It’s ok because that hate showed me the things I could love wholeheartedly.

I love everything I went through there. I love the people I found there. I love the community I worked with there. I love the university’s unity and spirit. I love the training I was put through, the training that EARNED US PRAISES IN OUR OJT SITES AND SET US APART FROM OTHERS (like what one of our sites said, we set the standard for future trainees). I love how the community would proudly cheer and sing ” O, defensa!”, “One for UST”, “Go USTe”, and the UST Hymn even if things aren’t in our favor. I love how the USTYJ keeps banging proudly for the university even in our losing moments. I love how the students proudly wear the university color even if we’re not always sure of winning. I love how the alumni proudly show the world what Thomasians are and what sets us apart despite the low profile we maintain. I love the person that came out of the Arch that night, the person I turned out to be because of UST.

UST’s not perfect. I believe no school is. But I will always be grateful for and proud of the experiences I had in UST. These experiences constantly challenged me and taught me to keep striving to become a better version of myself. It taught me that Thomasians roar and make noise through their humility, initiative, determination and perseverance. It taught me to be silently proud of where I came from. Di man kami kilala bilang champion ng CDC, volleyball or basketball, di man kami iskolar ng bayan, nadadalian man sila sa exams namin, hindi mag iingay ang Tomasino. Instead, we will do our best and through our work, show the world why Thomasians are also worthy of recognition. The Thomasian spirit, the Tiger’s heart never stops. It will keep pushing, it will keep persevering, it will never give up. Commitment. Compassion. Competence. That’s the Thomasian edge.

21st March 2014
UST Baccalaureate Mass

It may have taken us only a few minutes to walk towards the Arch and a few seconds to pass through it, but it took us four years worth of homeworks, exams, enduring crappy profs, dealing with creepy profs, enjoying the best profs, hardships, accomplishments, pains, successes, frustrations, joys, disappointments, broken hearts and new-found loves. Some people we learned to let go of. Some people we learned to let in. Some we promise to forever keep in our hearts.

Through it all, we were roughened up then smoothened over and over and over again. We were changed in ways we both expected and did not expect to be. It was a rollercoaster ride I would never ever forget.

it sucks when you’re referred to / introduced as someone’s ex..

allthewastedmascara:

*insert name here*’s ex

ex ni …

dating … ni …

it’s a part of of the person, yes. but it’s limiting. it only describes a bit of the totality of who a person is. there are so many other ways person could be described.

i’m MORE than just someone’s ex.

24th October 2013

there’s just so much gratitude in me today. there’s so much to be thankful for.

there are still things i pray and need to work hard for to achieve, but at the same time i have also been very blessed.

i was blessed to have lived through the past year, and i am blessed with a new one to look forward to.

i was blessed with disappointments frustrations and failures, because of which i am blessed to know succes, achievement and happiness.

i was blessed with challenges that helped develop and/or change me into something better, and i am blessed with another year’s worth of challenges to further develop me.

i was blessed to have met so many wonderful people from whom i learned, and i am blessed with an opportunity to meet new ones to learn from.

i was blessed with opportunities to give, to reach out, to help, and i am
blessed with more chances to share my blessings with people who’re in need.

i was blessed with friends and family who love and accept me for me and who’re always there to back me and take care of me, and i am blessed with a chance to experience their love again and to reciprocate that love.

i was blessed to see hardships…because of which i am blessed to know that i am (still) blessed.

thank you Lord, for all these. i don’t think i’d be where i am today if not for Your greatness, guidance and mercy. i humbly lift everything—every achievement, failure, happiness, problem, heartache, joy—to You.

knowmebeforeyoujudge2:

happysmile-redsleeves:


you see this right? you think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. Well you’re wrong. I would. and so would so many other people. The girls in your school who didn’t always acknowledge you? they’ll blame themselves. The boy or girl that rejected you? they’ll blame themselves. Everyone will go around saying what a beautiful person you were and how they didn’t see the signs, when really, everyone saw the signs. I promise you, people think you’re beautiful, someone loves you. People are afraid to admit defeat about their feelings. Somebody wants you, somebody needs you. Your mom, your dad, your grandma, your sister, your brother, your best friend? they need you. For all you know, you could be their rock, without you, they might just die. You affect everyone around you, your actions, the things you do. Your smile, might just make someone elses day. Your laugh, might be music to someones ears. So please, listen to me. Put down the pills. Put down the gun. Put down the rope. Put down the razor. You’re strong, you’re beautiful and i believe in you.

this helped so fucking much

Lonely, depressed teen

knowmebeforeyoujudge2:

happysmile-redsleeves:

you see this right? you think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. Well you’re wrong. I would. and so would so many other people. The girls in your school who didn’t always acknowledge you? they’ll blame themselves. The boy or girl that rejected you? they’ll blame themselves. Everyone will go around saying what a beautiful person you were and how they didn’t see the signs, when really, everyone saw the signs. I promise you, people think you’re beautiful, someone loves you. People are afraid to admit defeat about their feelings. Somebody wants you, somebody needs you. Your mom, your dad, your grandma, your sister, your brother, your best friend? they need you. For all you know, you could be their rock, without you, they might just die. You affect everyone around you, your actions, the things you do. Your smile, might just make someone elses day. Your laugh, might be music to someones ears. So please, listen to me. Put down the pills. Put down the gun. Put down the rope. Put down the razor. You’re strong, you’re beautiful and i believe in you.

this helped so fucking much

Lonely, depressed teen

(via thebeautifulsadness)

brobecks:

“tired” isn’t even a temporary state for me anymore it’s just an inherent part of my personality at this point

(via thebeautifulsadness)

24th April 2014
it sucks when you’re referred to / introduced as someone’s ex..
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