i am a hot mess. everyone makes fun of me because i can't go on more than 3 dates with the same person before i get annoyed. it's unhealthy really. my dreamday would be to lay on a hammock and listen to dallas green in fall weather 365 days a year. i'm a big girl with some even bigger dreams. i appreciate sleep and food too much. if i had my way i would wear a sundress and sandals everyday. my family puts the fun in disfunctional, but we love each other unconditionally, of course. my favorite thing to do is make people laugh, nobody laughs harder at my jokes than me. creepy is a word i use maybe 43 times a day. i google everythinggg. i think life's too short so i want to do insane things before i die. ya feel me?
Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.
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