Adrienne. Nineteen, going on twenty. Asian. Fashion, music, Shih Tzus and poodles. "Be alive, and be smiling."

One of those days where I just can’t pretend anymore. I just can’t act like everything’s fine. I’m tired of not sleeping, I’m tired of crying my eyes out every chance I’m alone. I’m tired. If I had only known. I still love him, but I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want to hurt anymore. What about all the promises you made, were they all lies? You still left me. I’m lost here. I’m broken without you. 

I gave you everything I had. And now I’m empty. 

I’m too tired to think of you. I don’t want these memories if you don’t want them. I’m tired of thinking until I hurt myself. I’m tired of missing your fucking face, I’m sick of it. I’m tired of being the who always cares and loves more. I’m tired of being a fucking loser. But in the end I still love you and I hate you for it. Why do I still fucking care about you? Why? I hope the next girl that comes your way can handle your shit better. I’m fucking done with everything.

"Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?"
"You have permission to seek safe, healthy spaces.
You are not obligated to stay in unhealthy spaces."


Put coconut oil in your hair, exercise, take hot showers, massage lotion into your skin, eat food that makes you feel good, stretch, lay around in bed, and listen music that makes you feel happy. Just do you.

(Source: kuttymolle, via cardioconfidence)