Collected and Composed

Growing up. Realizing that things are forever changing. The only constants are your morals.

Sometimes there are people I want to reach out to. But then I think, things won’t be the way they used to. And that sucks. But maybe things will be different in a better way.

me:omg i have so much stuff to do
me:i don't even have enough time for all this
me:
me:*opens tumblr*