A part of her wants to say whats on her mind, but a part wants to keep quiet. She thinks no one would understand while everyone might be going through what she's going through. She's learnt how to live life to the fullest even though she's slowly trying to put her life back together. She doesn't allow people to break her but there's always that one person, always different knows how to push her buttons. She is fearless, but a little trick of disappointment drops on her. She's loud but there's moments when she just wants to crawl in a corner. She's undefeatable but sometimes she wants to give up. She tries to roll with trues but always ends up with snakes. She's random but funny. She's fierce and confusing. She's Krystal. And Krystal's me.
double major in overthinking and worry, minor in night crying
me:pls god let 2014 be my year
They are just bittersweet memories now
Are we dating?
Are we fucking?
Are we best friends?
Are we something in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
When someone makes you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that’s when it’s real. That’s when it’s worth something.
'hey did you do your homework?'
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.