In 2014, instead of trying to persuade myself and everyone else that I’m going to be a “new me”, I’ve decided I want to be the “old me”. I liked her better. Sure, she was younger, obviously, and naive and she didn’t know much, but that was easier. I was carefree and inspired and wild and excited about everything and, more than that, I was happy. I had no worries, no regrets, no fear. I didn’t know of fake friends or angry parents or failed exams or boys who didn’t love me back. I just watched cartoons, laughed until my stomach ached, and ate junk food until I wanted to throw up. I wish to be that girl again or some form of her at least. I miss her. And I know she misses me because I can feel it. I ache for it.
Your hair glossier than freshly cooked ramen noodles
Your eyes deeper than all ramen flavors
Your lips hotter than any ramen soup
Your body smoother than any ramen packaging
I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via heartbeatheroine)
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via stare-into-s-p-a-c-e)