It’s fucking hard for me to accept compliments. It’s hard for me to get into the mentality that I’m good enough, I’m pretty enough, I’m strong enough.

I don’t feel that I am. Ever.

You can tell me I am, but I won’t believe you. I’ll shy away into a corner and lock myself inside and hide. It’s hard.

I still don’t believe that I got promoted because they think I’m good. They obviously didn’t think that last year. What if I suck? What if promoting me was a mistake?

I don’t want to fail. I don’t want them to thing that moving me up was a mistake. 

I want to be good enough.

But I’m not.

mightyenahowl:

A friend of mine believes in reincarnation, and she believes that we are reborn when we decided on a purpose for our next life.

If that is true, then I believe I came back purposeless. 

edleritter:

sugarlipsandpoisonkisses:

edleritter:

if i ever get accused of murder, i will have a legitimate alibi

“i was blogging. check the timestamps on stuff.”

but what if you were just blogging while murdering?

and risk blood getting on my computer? no thank you.

castielsvirginity:

I’m going to photobomb the next teenaged girl who takes a picture of the drink I make for her at Starbucks. I mean, if you think your CRCF is beautiful, you should see the barista who brought it to life.