I don’t think I’ll ever live with my mother, too much added unhappiness and problems. I don’t do something right and I’m a big disappointment and the world is going to end. Sometimes I just want to leave. I’m sorry I’m not perfect mom.
Sometimes, I really wish I could be adequate, adequately pretty, adequately social, adequately smart. Just adequate. Not so mentally strained, unhappy and anxious. Just adequate.
People who were born post-Marilyn Monroe days seem to be on one side or the other about Ms. Monroe. Either they feel she is fascinating or just an overused pop culture icon. I, for one, find her more than fascinating. Our personalities are very similar, our mental defects reflect one another’s and…
― Marilyn Monroe (via chauntelhidaro)
Unknown (via awakenedvibrations)
A girl at school wrote this for me
"Astley, you are absolutely unique. Your heart is deep, never be afraid to open up. Discover your talents and who you are will become clearer." Then she says to me, "Astley, your like a heavily crusted rainbow cake, it just needs someone with patience and a really sharp knife."
I absolutely love people that can read people without prying.
But my inside question was, if I did open up, would people look at me the same again? Would they stay my friends? Or would they leave?