I'm Kristiana. My words are the way I see the world. I'm just in the gutter trying my best to see the stars. My blog is my escape, it's one of the best ones i've got. Hopeless romantic, daydream way too much.
Love has to be given to be received.
Post for myself, not for others.
(Vegas/Young/Taken/Recovering/
ManicDepressant/Vegetarian/Curious/
Restless/SoberLife/God)
I like a lot of things.
Let me just start this off by saying that lately, I’m feeling pretty okay. Not that things are perfect but I’m learning how to handle things. I wish I was you. Or better yet, I wish I had the effect on people that you do. I don’t deserve some award or thanks from people, but I don’t think I’m a half bad person. I’m a teenager. But for all the things I have done right, I just thought things might be different than this. I’m trying my best to not come accross pessimistic. Once people know what you really think, you become vulnerable and less appealing. And I certainly don’t want to put anyone off. Besides, i’m happy being my own little confidont(is that a word?)
I just don’t feel like the type of person people would like after meeting for the first five minutes. My likeableness is a much more hidden, complicated thing.
I’m glad I don’t care as much anymore. Because I know I’m not bad, or at least want to believe that.
Whatever, things could be worse.
