I guess we all have that one version of ourselves that we can’t even understand on our own. I know how that version of me came about; I just don’t know why I stayed in it for so long.
The version of me that was so angry. One that wanted to dwell in the past, thinking that staying in it would…
I cannot even. I just. AKjskajskaj Christa. My life. :)))))))
(via fleeting-fairytales)