Nobody will ever understand you like you understand yourself because they don’t think ur thoughts & go through what you do and even if you explain it they can only grasp a certain concept of it and that’s always drove me crazy because that’s what I crave the most to be understood
“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday