Living intentionally

If I could, I would, take everything into the matters of my own hands, manipulate to the satisfaction of everyone else, mend things closest to perfection, and watch the results consisting of smiles. But I can’t no matter how hard I try. Trying to deliver myself in all positive aspects when no aspect of me is positive. What do you expect?  

ohauudrey:

I like you, I like you, I like you. I didn’t plan to, but it’s just that, every time we talk, all my problems start going away. My heart starts beating faster and I can’t help myself but smile at every little word you say. I find everything about you so attractive, whether it’s the way you say my name, or the way you mess up on words. I honestly think you’re perfect, and I can’t help myself but fall for you each and everyday.

(Source: swaqq0ddess)

I absolutely hate this feeling. The feeling of not knowing where I stand, where we stand. The feeling of not knowing how you feel, how I, myself, feel. The feeling of uncertainty. The feeling of neglect. Fear. Anxiety. Frustration. Empty. Grievance. Obstruction. Vexation. 

I’m not a good person.

I never intended for anything to happen. Everything just…happened. 

It’s like I don’t believe in love anymore, but what can I say? It’s just who I am at this point in life.