Don't you always hate these things that ask you to describe yourself? Do I want to sound fierce and risk being seen as full of myself? Do I want to be humble and look like a tool? Here is my decision. This is me, nuff said. No one will care six months from now anyway!
My heart is broken but my words are strong
I have no direction to move on
I once was crowded now stand alone
I want somewhere that I belong
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Laurell K. Hamilton (via jinxestogoaround)