I found this,

I have this thing where, when i'm in the moment, and i feel these things i can't explain, i write. And after my move, i was unpacking & i found this.. and it's crazy because reading it now, i know exactly why i wrote it. I know where i was coming from. Exactly what event took place to make me feel this way. I kind of wanted to share it, because it's so true.. even now..

"So complications arise. Problems ensue and stress is inevitable. We fight, we care, we waste our time, for what? Experiences? So later on in life we can be like, 'been there, done that!' But is it worth it? I honestly don't know. All i know is that no matter how much trouble i got in, i wouldnt trade it for the world. Life is about fucking up. Hooking up. Breaking up. Getting up. Dusting yourself off and laughing for being so stupid for falling in the first place. But laughs turn to tears as we realize that the fall, hurts. That when we get back up, the pain of the impact does not simply get dusted away with the rest of the dirt. The pain has left a mark, a scratch, a bruise, a scar. Wether we like it or not, the pain stays with us forever, in small bits, for the rest of our lives. we mask it, cover it, conceal it. Forget about it. But it's always there. Reminding us not to be stupid enough to fall again. But we do. And we just continue adding names to our list of dissapointments. Before we know it, the paper overflows and we're stuck picking up pieces once again. So dirty from falling so many times, that the dirt doesn't come out with a simple dusting. So we scrub and scrub trying to wash away the evidence. But we don't prevail.. "



Deep shit, huh?



C`est la vie,
Joselyn<3