Tomorrow Holds Such Better Days

I'm Jenn and i'm 19 and im a psychology and special education major. i love readingand listening to music and i want to inspire people

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I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.

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I hope you achieve everything you’ve set your mind to. I hope you fulfill your promises even if they were made 6 years ago. I hope you become the person you wanted to be. I hope you cherish everything that you’ve built. I hope you live a great life and continue doing more for the world. I hope you continue making your mom proud. I hope that one day you will meet someone who can help you build your empire further. I hope you choose to live. I hope you see how amazing you are as a person, and not put yourself down so much. I hope you continue to be the kind person that you are.

(via psych-facts)

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When inspiration does not come to me, I go halfway to meet it.

Sigmund Freud (via psych-facts)

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If you’re an introvert, follow @introvertunites​.

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lol I'm finally @ a normal weight but i think I'm fat wow thx to everyone who fucked up my perception of myself 

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Sometimes you just have to be brave. You have to be strong. Sometimes you just can’t give in to weak thoughts. You have to beat down those devils that get inside your head and try to make you panic. You struggle along, putting one foot a little bit ahead of the other.

James Marsden (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Today I completed my junior year of college, and had a chance to reflect on the incredible year I’ve had. Many times during this year, I couldn’t help but think of where I was freshman year. I started freshman year with a plan--I knew exactly where I wanted to be after graduation, what I wanted to do with my life, and what I needed to do in order to accomplish this goal. I thought I had everything planned out, but I was way wrong. Within the first month of freshman year, I began to struggle in my Linguistics class. English was always something i excelled in, and the though of not excelling in this subject area made me very upset. I didn’t know how to handle failure in the class, I didn’t know how to handle myself when i was struggling, and most of all, I didn’t know how to ask for help. I thought asking for help, I thought admitting that I was struggling, and I thought not doing well were all signs of weakness. Freshman year was a year of self-discovery, learning who i wanted to be, learning what i was good at, and trying to find my path. I took a shot in the dark, and applied for the special education program, mostly because i wanted a K-12 certification. Because of this, i became a CCS mentor, a job that has changed my life, more than i could every imagine. I decided that I wanted to spend my life being a Special Education teacher, that I wanted to show everyone that no matter what, anyone has the ability to succeed. But a downfall came; i was deferred from the special education major, and was told i wasn’t good enough to be an English major. I felt my whole world crumble, I didn’t know how to handle this much defeat. I was very unhappy, and was silent in counseling, until I realized I did need to talk to someone about everything.

Sophomore year came, i got accepted into the psychology major and the special education major. I was trying to focus all my energy on those two majors, and doing well in those classes. I tried my bestie those classes, but didn’t do as well as i wanted to. I was still very sad, and still very much trying to prove myself. By the end of sophomore year, i was really struggling in school, and doubting if the change was the right decision. I doubted my abilities in everything, and truly did not think I could do anything right. I saw myself as a failure, being that I almost didn’t pass half of my classes.

I started junior year with a new job, but i wasn’t expecting anything to be different. I thought I would still struggle in school, and struggling balancing life and friends and school work. But this entire year, took me by surprise. Fall was still stressful, but it was the first semester i did not receive a C in a class. I felt like i accomplished something, and wasn’t expecting too much out of spring semester, although my classes were easy.

Halfway through spring semester, I realized something. I checked my grades one day, and realized that all my grades were A’s. I don’t remember the last time my grades were that high. I started thinking that i would get a 4.0, not really believing it, but hoping i would. I waited and waited for something bad to happen, to get a bad grade on an assignment, but that didn’t happen. And I am sitting here today, after completing all my finals, and still have all A’s and A-’s. I might not be getting a 4.0 this semester, but this semester is the first for many things. The first time I’m making deans list, the first time I was able to handle school and academics and the least stressed out I’ve ever been during the semester. This semester i’ve learned that I am capable of so much more than I thought I was, and I can do some really awesome things.

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Today is the birthday of my prom date.

3 years ago, all he wanted for his birthday was for me to see great gatsby with him. I went, dragging other friends to the dinner and to the movie, so i didn’t have to be alone. 

3 years ago, he dropped me off at his house and refused to leave until i kissed him. i refused to and angry texted hm until he left my house. 

today i was really upset thinking about that, and everything else that happened in that weird friendship. i can’t stop thinking about everything that happened during junior and senior year aid i can’t get his words out of my head. 

3 years later, i still can’t rise above everything, but 3 years later i no longer cry about what happened, instead, i realize how far i’ve come since then