so here's the deal. i'm writing this, tears down my face, and my winter coat still on. i just got home. fifteen hours out of the house.
this has been my life.
for the past two months.
wake up at 6.
go to school.
go to practice.
go to ______.
get home late.
go to bed.
sleep for 6 hours.
it hasn't been pretty. and i don't want you to think it is. some of you may follow my instagram and/or twitter. i do both. a lot. but do not get me wrong when i say my life is not perfect. i fight a constant battle with my school life and my social life. i wish for a life i can't have. i stress myself out over homework. i strive for perfectionism. but i will never get it.
last year i decided to embark on the journey of IB diploma. (basically all advanced classes.) ha. you guys. i am an insane woman because of it. and i am nearing my breaking point.
i haven't posted in two months. and i just wanted you to know that i still exist. and that i'm not perfect. because i see a lot of bloggers out there that appear to live perfect lives. don't fall for it. no one is perfect.
love you guys. :)
p.s. prayers would sooo be appreciated.
p.p.s. this is a really vulnerable post. please be nice.