My heart is beating 110 beats per minute. I can feel my blood pumping through my veins. I can feel my heart in my chest. I’m listening to Replay by Zendaya. I have a test in the morning at 10 am. You can see where this is or was going. So much background missing here. Because I guess I’m the only one who should really understand my posts, if this is just a live diary. Can’t have real people knowing my real life struggles. God forbid. Vague. Glad I can relive this moment by re-reading this at a later time.
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.