I was the kind of person who was perpetually embarrassed by each past version of herself; I seemed to be constantly changing, and I hated each old version just as much as I felt affection for the skins I'd shed. One day I realised I was basing my entire fucking life around a dream I'd had when I was a kid. Everything. My words, my face, my laughter. I tried to kill it but it just wouldn't die.
Last night on my porch I knew in my heart you do not feel the same..It just struck me as I praying. Those posts, pins are about someone else Silly me to think they were of me but soooo thankful I didn't come out and tell you that you're on my mind and in my heart!