Mine are kept private unfortunately for you :P
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult?
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively makeout and grab me everywhere
Journal entry I wrote today. My ribs are actually bruised.
I didn’t think people really cared about my journal entries this much haha
Amy Winehouse, from a letter to Blake Fielder-Civil
Everything you love is here
People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.