Another Beautiful Tragedy

I believe in right and wrong but I don’t always think that what I do is right.

So lately I’m just really confused. I don’t want a boyfriend but I do want a boyfriend. I want to move far away but moving petrifies me. And all I think about the past a lot. And the friends that have hurt me and whom I have hurt. And I miss Linnea. But. This season of life is good. It’s fresh. It gives me the opportunity to start new. People I love may be gone from my present reality, they may not be in close proximity, but that’s okay. It’s a new part of my relationship with those people. Last year I learned a lot - about myself, about friendships, and about life - and this year I expect that knowledge to grow. I’m excited for the future. And I kind of hope that future is in Vancouver BC.

wvnderbar: i hate when people argue against getting tattoos with the line “it’ll look like crap when you’re older” you know what else looks like crap when you’re older? everything. lol.  (Source: mechastreisand, via alaynanana)

I have had the best few weeks ever. A good way to end my time at the ghetto. Meeting boys. Making memories with old friends. Loving life.  This has been the best year of my life with the best friends a girl could ask for. I look forward to many more to come. 

Barf Barf Barf.