I don’t say much about the way I feel. I’m hard to figure out. I’m too much to handle. I’m an over-thinker. I spend a lot of my time analyzing about things that shouldn’t concern me. I trust, believe, fall and hurt easy. I’m fragile and it doesn’t take much to break me down. But the other thing is, I know how to pick myself up right where someone trips me, and I never fall in the same place twice.
“If I die tomorrow, there will be people who have totally different memories of me: to one person I might be the bitch who thought she was better. To another person I might be the ugliest person on this planet. To her I might be the gorgeous, lucky girl who she despised because I was spoiled rotten. To another girl I might be the girl who got really good grades, so jealousy erupted. To him I might be the girl with the annoying laugh. To another guy I could be remembered as the girl who wasn’t anything to him. Maybe I’ll be remembered as the girl who was always on her phone, or the girl my roommate disliked. But none of that matters, you know why? By my best friends I’ll be remembered as the girl with the contagious laugh and the girl they would go to if they ever needed anything. By my boyfriend I’ll be remembered as the most amazing and beautiful girl he has ever met. But most of all, I’ll be remembered by my enemies as the greatest thing they couldn’t add up to.”—Unknown (via palides)