"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
Eleanor Roosevelt
Sarah. 17. Bullshit. I complain. I forget. I bake. I dance. I love.
My boyfriend is just so sweet
:)
God I hate this. I can’t handle how nothing ever works out, and you get my hopes up then stomp on them. You make me sick sometimes. How is this supposed to work out? How do you think this makes me feel? No way am I strong enough for this. I’m sick of wasting my time. But I won’t tell you this because I’m trying not to be crazy. But it just comes naturally. Biting my tongue.
Victoria Secret swimsuit here I come :)