My Lips Are Sealed For Her,

I like you. I will always like you. I’ll always like the way your jeans compliment your body and the face you make when you walk. I’ll always like how every time someone says, “I’m going to take a shower” it reminds me of you and how I will never be able to listen to the Goo Goo Dolls without seeing your face. I’ll always like the way you talk to me and how you get all weird when I’m around. I’ll always like how you get all surprised and then act like nothing’s there. I’ll always like you. Even the way you try so hard and even how you always get scared.

I just realized this right now. But, it’s true. You. Always you.

today

Today was the most perfect day of the whole entire week. I finally felt like I was relaxed and the best part of today is that I actually feel normal. I’m back to my happy self trying to find ways to talk to people and find ways to make my day better. I love my life so much. Maybe it’s the weekend and it is simply just Friday syndrome, but I very much love the things I am learning, the plans I am making, the progress I am making, the chances I plan on taking, the steps I am taking, and I’ve never felt so satisfied with my decisions.

My life is freakin’ good.

I am never going to respect you. You are so freaking full of hate, negativity, and you’re just so unhappy. You think you have a right to be mad, but you don’t. We are all living, but unlike you, we’re at least trying. We’re all trying to get through the day, okay? We all have things that make us angry. We all have people that have hurt us. We all have things to do. And we all want to be somewhere else sometimes. What the hell makes you different? You have no right to be mad at everyone and everything. You have no right to judge and hate everyone—you just don’t. I have zero respect for people who don’t try. And you think you’re tired of everyone? Well everyone is freaking tired of you.

jehovahnissikeepsmesafe:

God, You are amazing. Plainly. Simply. Totally. I don’t understand life without You. You’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Our story begins when You reached down Your hand from heaven and pulled me out of hell. Now You hold my hand, never letting go, and pick me up when I fall. Every single time. You never get tired with me. You never get annoyed. You never condemn me. You just love me. I love You God.