I'm a twenty-six year old 
- You know how sometimes things happen in this amazingly coincidental way, and you think, “There is some reason for this,” and then later, you’re like, “Uh, what exactly was the reason behind that?” That.
- How is it that I’ve had so much damn shit happen to me, and yet I still absolutely believe that not only is there a God, but that all of this happened for a reason? Is it because I’m lying to myself, or is it that you have to go through hell on Earth to become closer to God?
- I’ve discovered within the past few months that I can, after all, bawl like a fucking baby. I thought I’d lost that after my grandfather died. It sucks, but it’s nice to know that I can still feel that deeply. I’m glad to know that my heart wasn’t dead. Just comatose, apparently.
- God doesn’t always show us signs — sometimes they’re bumper stickers. True story.
- I read the other day that by embracing your spirituality, you can become a calmer, less anxious person by believing that everything is happening the way it’s supposed to. That gave me more comfort than anything has in a long time. Maybe there are no wrong choices, just choices, and somewhere along the line, we become who we are supposed to be. I absolutely believe in free will, but I also believe that there are paths set out for us in life. Maybe there’s only one path, and every single choice we make leads us to the place we’re supposed to be. I don’t know. But I do know that believing that I can’t falter makes me feel safe and calm and taken care of. Whatever is happening now is supposed to happen, and I can do no wrong.
- Just because you see me acting a certain way doesn’t mean my behavior is a direct reflection of what’s going on in my head. Just because I do one thing doesn’t mean I’m not considering the other. Just because I say one thing doesn’t mean that is my only train of thought. Maybe it’s a childish, trite thing to say, but I’m not sure that anyone truly gets me. But that’s okay — I don’t even get me. Besides, how boring would life be if we always understood one another?
- Perfection is for boring people, and I never expected perfection in anything. I like my flaws, my life’s flaws, and your flaws. I am okay that things never work out exactly as planned. I’d rather go through shit and end up happy than go through nothing and end up bored.
- How the hell is it possible to simultaneously hate and love oneself? I don’t know, but I’m pulling it off quite nicely.
- “What you know you have or what you think you want, it’s never perfect.”
- I recently reconnected with the guy I was in a relationship with for four years. And I am genuinely happy that he’s ended up where he is. There is not one bit of bitterness in my feelings towards him, what happened between us, or where he is now.
- TWO DOLLARS!
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