You may think what you want about the white girl but her confidence is undestroyed
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@anonsecretdiary
You may think what you want about the white girl but her confidence is undestroyed
I think the point of life is not to grow up. I think it is to finally just be able to live like the child you were always meant to be. It is a nurturing of that inner self, allowing yourself to truly be you
I’m trying to find the words I’m trying to say. Maybe I should just say them.
In the absence you exist. It’s no wonder I can’t find you. Surrounded by all this noise, I stumble upon a tunnel and at the end of it, the quietness. Solitude.
Been holding this in for a while but I’m just gonna go out and say it- I want to kill myself
The older I get, the more I believe in astrology
Dear diary,
Why are there so many cute brown boys in this world?
-anon
Actual Kyoto
Kyoto, Japan
Not that I’m emo and want to die, but I just want to like start over again, u feel me?
If it weren’t for the fact that I’m a girl, I’d be a boy
The love of my life is called Joshua
I don’t know anyone named Joshua
The love of my life doesn’t exist
The little brat inside of me says : I get what I want, so if I didn’t get it, then I didn’t want it
I should have never had the adult chicken nuggets
Nah, white people in love is kinda gross
The tide goes down and it seems as though it goes so low that the water completely disappears. This lasts for a while, much too long, so long that you forget there was even water there at all. One day while strolling along the path, you are reminded of a faint memory.
The tide comes rushing in, it swallows you whole, and you’re deep beneath the water. The more you struggle, the more it takes you. You stop fighting, you just accept it, and for one last time, the tide goes down again.
Best thing you could ever do is look away from me