Honestly honesty 

Sometimes, the only thing I feel like I know how to do is write. And in all honesty, sometimes I don’t even think I can do that very well. 

Everyone says that the older you get, the easier life becomes. I call bull shit. I feel like life still doesn’t make sense, and I just keep screwing it up. I’ve always felt honesty was the best way to deal with things, but lately I’m not so sure (as I sit in my bathroom at 11:45pm, with a box of tissues next to me, writing this). I don’t know if my words always come out meaning what I want them to mean. And a lot of the time I just feel like this emoji: 💩 (without the smile.) and honestly,  I’m in my head too much to ever figure out if I’m being reasonable or just a complete a-hole. Maybe this is stuff you’re supposed to figure out ealy in life, but I must have missed the mark. 

I guess this is all just part of growing up. No one said it would be easy. 

*kissesandcupcakes*

P.s. No idea of this makes any sense. Not worried about it right now though. 

P.p.s I’m being vague intentionally. 

P.p.p.s (is that a thing?!) Goodnight all. 

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