Hi, my name is A'Lissa. Tiffany, whatever you wanna call me by. Im 21. n i jus found out about tumblr. I love it. i can use pics to express my mood at the moment. if i feel like laughin.. if im sad.. youll see my mood fluxuate. Im pretty awesum. I have pics posted of me.. my animals.. what i love n who i love. IM crazy. im cool, but most of all im me. "be yourself. cause everyone else is taken." im single. i wish i wasnt BUT maybe one day ill find someone who'll make my wish come true :| SIKE lol i love me. n hopefully YOULL love me also. ASK ME QUESTIONS.. i love themmm. FOLLOWW MEHHHH please n ill follow yu alsoooo adios muchachos
You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.
You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.
You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.
You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.
You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now."
It’s a cruel thing you’ll never know all the way I tried. It’s a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I’m falling apart inside. And now you’re gone, it’s like an echo in my head, and I remember every word you said. And you never were, and you never will be mine. For the first time, there’s no mercy in yours eyes. And the cold wind’s hitting my face, and you’re gone, and you’re just walking away… and I’m helpless. What do you do when you become too scared, too scared to live, too scared to die, too scared to love, too scared to even care? Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be but you just can’t because things have changed so much. I do understand the impulse. the impulse to put your hand out and want someone to be there at the end of your reach. to want someone to be close to. to want to kiss or touch even if it’s wrong. the point is you can’t control these feelings. even if they’re wrong, they’re still there. they’re always there. i think when you’re young, you’re hoping that this person will be the right one, the one you’re going to be in love with forever. but sometimes you want that so much you create something that isn’t really there. You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. & when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise & selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything… affects everything
I think too much, I talk too much, I feel too much, I care too much, I want too much, I cry too much, I love too much.
In general, I’m just too much for you to handle therefore you’d rather have someone in a fantasy world that’s not too overboard for you.
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