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Death is inevitable, what defines us, is the fight we put up on our way there....
Eighteen, brunette, average, writer, reader and photographer. In love.
Death is inevitable, what defines us, is the fight we put up on our way there....
Hey, if I could have some advice for this it would be much appreciated.
I used to love photography, until instagram. But then instagram wasn't that bad, until Facebook bought it. And now everyone's a photographer. Hate when that happens!.
Can't wait until I've finished college, can actually start writing again, so excited.
Words cannot even describe how angry I am, fumming in fact..
Sometimes it's hard. Life I mean, just when you think you couldn't get happier, you think nothing could get any better, reality smacks you in the face. And what are you left with. Well?.
So tired, every bone is aching, my eyes begging to be closed...then BAM. I see a spider and I'm too paranoid to sleep!.
Why does it say that my rank is '1112'. What does that even mean?.
I haven't written in a long time, maybe it's because I'm too busy with studying and college or maybe it's because my dreams have become reality. Love, the most powerful feeling..
Why would you agree to do something, and then just make other commitments?.
Karma, it comes back on you ten fold. Then why hasn't something good happened yet?.