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IF GRACE IS AN OCEAN...WE'RE ALL SINKING.
My mommy and daddy named me Amanda Grace. I'm nineteen years old and going to school for nursing. I have four tattoos, all very special to me. I'm usually always awake at four in the morning because I work nights. So if you're bored, then message me! I'm probably bored, too! :) Don't be shy.
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I want to start writing again…but…ugh. No ideas or motivation.
I haven’t really used this thing in a proper way lately. Recently, I’ve just been reblogging stuff…which is great and all…but I originally signed up to let my feelings out…so here goes nothing.
I’m extremely depressed. I can’t go one day without something going wrong lately. I’m somewhat happy…I have great friends, an awesome family and a boy that’s making me happier than I’ve ever been.
So what the fuck is wrong with me?
I still feel like there’s something missing in my life. In two months, it will be two years since my father left this world. And I’ve come to terms with the fact that I won’t be seeing him until I leave this world. And that’s okay. I’m not going to deny it anymore…my father is gone. That’s not what I’m missing in my life though. There’s something else and I can’t pinpoint it just yet.
I’m really lucky to still be in this world no matter how shitty things may seem. I’ve lost two classmates in the last month to tragic car/motorcycle accidents and its really opened my eyes. Don’t take your life for granted. Don’t resent your parents.
If you have a shitty relationship with your parents, fix it while you still can. I don’t care whose fault it was. FIX IT. You never know when someone’s life will be cut short. I can’t express how grateful I am for my friends and family.
And words can’t even express how grateful I am for Corey to be in my life right now. He’s helped me realize things I couldn’t with certain other people.
To my followers, I’m telling you. I don’t care how in love with a boy/girl you are right now. If they are constantly criticizing you, putting you down or treating you like you’re worthless, end it. I know its going to hurt, I’ve been through this before. But in the long run, you will be so happy you did. No one deserves what I went through a year ago. My ex-boyfriend, for six straight months, pressured me to lose weight constantly. At first, I passed it off as a suggestion. Then it turned into something more. He wouldn’t stop asking me about it. “Are you going to work out with me today? How much have you eaten? You look heavier. Please start trying to lose weight.”
NO ONE DESERVES THIS.
For MONTHS I degraded myself after we broke up. And then Corey came along. He doesn’t give a fuck what I look like. I haven’t worn full-on makeup in four months, and he doesn’t give a SHIT!
I’m not gonna say I’m in love with him quite yet, but there’s something there.
He’s my missing piece.
I hope y’all got something out of this.
I just realized how fucking random and ADD this whole post is. I’m sorry for that. ;)
Leave one in my ask please
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
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Junior milkshakes from Arby’s :) (Taken with instagram)
“I came back to tell you something. You remember that last day..that last day we was together? You put my hand on your belly, and asked me if I could feel the baby’s heart and I said no. I lied—sometimes you tell a lie so big that it changes your whole life. A lie so big that it makes you think…’I’d do anything if I had one chance to set it straight. One chance to change it.’ “
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Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz in their hit film The Long, Long Trailer (1953)
reblogging for mac.
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Dying my hair :) (Taken with instagram)