It’s the only thing I have been able to think about and talk about to everyone I see.
It’s my business now.
Literally. My name is on it, it’s my staff. You would probably congratulate me and think that this is what I have wanted.

Well, turns out we are both wrong.

And of course, I’m not happy. I never am, right?

Fucking ridiculous. I hate myself, because of how tiring this whole situation is.

I don’t know why I’m writing this out, it’s worthless.

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someone’s crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."
(via iamcharliesangel)

Re-blogging again because it’s so relevant.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. Nothing could be closer to the truth. But before you can begin this process of transformation you have to stop doing the things that have been holding you back."
"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someone’s crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."
"Forget those who forget you."

When I was younger, I suppose I would have thought that at the age of twenty I would be in college having completed my second year.

Life is short and mine is dreadful.
Regret? No.
I’ve learned over the past twi years what it means to work, really work. How to manage people and run a business.
But what of my relationships and accomplishments? I have none.

I’ve given myself a deadline. May 3rd.
I owe that to myself.

My blog is just as boring as my life.

Depression: 1
Megan: -1000