Praise be to the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle.
it was then that I carried you.” —
I’m the kind of girl who laughs at her own mistakes, so excuse me if I laugh in your face.
There’s no one else but him. Well at least for me
how much shit can you put a girl through before she decides its not worth it. how much can you ask her to endure before she’s finally had enough.
i take so much for granted.. i take so many people for granted..
this isn’t about me. it’s not about the difficulties i have believing the things people say, it’s not about the struggles i have letting anyone in anymore. it’s not about the fact that you’re the one who made me this way. this is about you.