One out of many
Monica. Eighteen. Texas.
I write down those stupid, immature things you think, and then throw away. I reblog pictures that make me laugh, and I post photos that speak to my soul. I get intimidated by the overly-opinionated bloggers, and jealous of the heart wrenchingly deep ones. I long to be other people, but I strive to be myself. This is me in a very dull and not-thought-through way. You can take it or leave it.
“Sometimes, I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”