on myself, four years ago...
"Like I say every day, I miss my sisters. I hate living so far away. And even if they're so different than me, we're basically different versions of eachother. At the core, we're the exact same thing. One more complacent than the other, one more prideful, one more adventurous, one more simplistic, one more creative. It's the way we've always been. And with those relationships, I know that I can never be replaced or upstaged. I need that, for some reason - I need to know how much I matter to people. Maybe that's my tragic flaw, because it's something in this life that has brought me the most joy and the most pain."
- written by me, at 21.











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