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I am trying to learn the art of forgiveness. It is probably easier than losing sleep, overeating, debilitating headaches, and awkward deliberate avoidance..
I am sorry, for everything. For what you've been reading, what you might be feeling. I know what I've been expressing must be difficult to take.
Keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about. - Marilyn Monroe..
You is kind, you is smart, you is important - The Help.
People who look different, aren't as different as you. When people say something about how you look they are just trying to make you feel like you are not worth getting to know, but guess what.
Im so interesting with whats so ever is written on Opuss. Opuss is a cool app where I have learnt a lot, but unfortunately my English isn't that good to post interesting thoughts.
The way that people dress is apart of their personality, we own who we are, we can't just let people take that away.
You never know how absolutely horrifying things are until the truth hits you. I was reading a story today in a detention about a young girl in a car crash.
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
Two years ago, I fell in love. I fell in love with an asshole, but he was my asshole. Nobody understands or understood why I was with him.
Why do people judge, why do we give people a name that they don't want.
because. no one will care. no one will notice. no one will be affected. no one will cry. it won't make a difference. no one will miss me..
Hey baby, I like to imagine how it will be when it's you and me but I can't see it clearly.
The way you hold me and stroke my back How you watch me when you're trying not to laugh When you make me laugh even though I don't want to The way you're animated after an insane sugar high How you...
Life is hard. It gets even harder when you have no one to turn to. To clarify my actions and put me straight.
I have decided to keep a journal of my thoughts and feelings throughout each day.
Our veins trailed off and converged into one path with routes and destinations. Many, we had followed before, but most we've never even seen.
112512. 11:03 There's a cup by my bed filled to the brim with water and ashes and wrappers. There's a smell in my sheets I've gotten too accustomed to.
Once, This thing happened with my friend, Aman. Her and my also BFF Chloe, were my best friends, and always had been. Until one day...after school our mums were both driving home.
I'm Imani. This is my blog. Full of my life, and my personal experience. I hope you learn from my mistakes..
Know what it feels like to be ignored. It's like orange gatorade, neglected and forgotten..
I really don't care if people post poetic literature, I'm posting things about my life. As of now I'm at Sacramento airport waiting to board the 172 flight to JFK (NY)..
I'm going to open up like a book just this once, just this ONCE. -------------------- Okay, I have tried so hard to conceal my past. Yet, it keep on spouting out.
I'm the loner. It seems as so I would have a lot of friends, nope. It seems as so I would always have a shoulder to cry on, nope. It seems as so I would always be hanging out with someone, nope.