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To hell with honor. A girl has swag.

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…I didn’t even realize half of the things I typed…that I was feeling like that…

Now I’m crying. Thank you whoever made this.

This helped me vent today

That was incredible.

i don’t know why… but i feel like crying :/ this is such a nice thing. thank you.

this is such a beautiful idea, I love whoever made this.

Whoever made this; Thank you from the bottom of my heart. This is amazing. Just, believe me.

What the hell D:

The stuff I was typing I didn’t even know I felt.

You don’t have to reblog, just click the image. but honestly, I needed to do this. I have this raw, real feeling inside of me right now.

Crying.

Everyone go and do this, seriously. 

I never thought that I would ever admit to things I typed there. But this made me realize I can’t deny it. Everything I typed was true. And I feel like crying

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When I was in middle school, I created a character who I used in many stories.  She was a warrior, a woman who was fiercely devoted to those she held dear to a fault.  She fought for love and protected the innocent.  And even in her darkest moments, she still found it in her to remember what it was she was fighting for.

She is a very significant piece of my past that I can’t let go of.  She reminds me to never give up and never forget the things that make me who I am.  In the midst of all the chaos and all of the pain and drama that has gone on these past several months, I find myself turning the pages of old stories written with a few close friends and looking to these characters for answers.

I feel like I have come to this point before in my life.  I feel like I have never truly been certain about what I want or where I want to be.  I find myself clinging to the opinions and stability of others to remind me of what I mean to this world.  I almost want to laugh when I get to this point — the point of realizing that I was depending on what’s around me to define who I am.  College, money, career, friends, music, experience levels, abilities…

J.K. Rowling wrote that it is our choices that make up who we are far more than our abilities do. 

Choice.  I always seem to be finding my way back to this word.  Making choices, choosing a mindset, choosing an attitude.  Yes, you can choose.  And then you have to apply.  And let’s be honest: I’ve often lost my way during the application part.

Tonight, I find myself looking at this woman I created years ago and wonder how I kept her true to herself.  I find myself looking at her and wanting to breathe life back into her, have her walk through a deserted catacomb forest or an enchanted lake or the ruins of a cave mouth leading to a hidden world…

What happens when my mother’s loans were declined, and the replacement I applied for got rejected?

Do I just…? What?

There are times where I swear I’m a bitch.  Or that I’m actually losing my mind.  Or that I’ve lost all concept of the person I am/was/want to be.  There are times where I don’t know what to say.

And somehow, I still get to be here.  Is this luck?  Excellent tolerance?

It has to be love.

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