maybe, just maybe, one day i’ll laugh about all of this, and maybe i’ll say I’m a dramatic, girl who didn’t have a clue. But no matter what I said or who I am in the future, she, I, can’t change what I am feeling now. (believe me I’ve tried.) And maybe i’lI be saying to myself what I’m telling all the annoying 12 year olds now, ‘You weren’t, and are not in love.’ or maybe someone will tell me that. But no matter how much I believe or ‘attempt’ to believe that, ‘this is all in my head’ and ‘I’m not nor should I be ‘hurting” it doesn’t change that real or maybe even fake feeling of hurt I feel, right now, at this very moment, and even the next. And no matter what other problems that are happening in the world, to someone else that is most defiantly worst than mine, doesn’t make my problem(s) any less painful, or important, because they are, to me. And to all the people who are reading this, (if anyone even cares enough to read this) are judging me fuck you. Trust me i’m not on here to amuse your stupid ass, and if you think i’m a ‘whiney little bitch.’ maybe I am, but you’ll never really know so stop judging. rant over.
I'm Laura, A.K.A the best damn person you will ever meet. I don't trust boys. I still believe in fairytales. & I know nothings easy. And. One. Day. I. WILL. Have. Everything. I. Have. Ever. Wanted...Maybe even more :)|
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