Every day is a new day. Every hour is a new hour. Every second is a new second. Every moment is a new moment. We can’t go back into the past so there’s no point in living there.
“If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.”
Believe in yourself, build your strength, you are strong, You’re beautiful and smart and capable of doing anything.
Today I will do my best. Although my best may not be good enough for some people, it is always good enough for God. My worth as a person does not depend on the approval of others. i will do my best, and it will always be enough.
A strong gurlz wears the look of confidence on her face …
but a gurlz of strength wears grace…
but a gurlz of strength wears grace…
A strong gurlz has faith that she is strong enough for the journey …
but a gurlz of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong…
but a gurlz of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong…
sometimes you meet certain people that can touch your soul in certain ways most people can’t. But you have to let them go because you realize that it just isn’t the best time in your life for them to come. It seems like you meet the perfect people just when you can’t handle them.
It make me sad the fact that you are almost everything I have ever wanted and always make me smile, but you’re also someone I feel I will never be able to have.
memories just linger and don’t seem to go away. Why can’t I be happier? The confusion I’m feeling now won’t disappear over night, but someway, somehow, everything will be alright.
“The more we start liking somebody, the more we fear losing them. It’s a human tendency because we can’t afford to lose a person chosen among millions.”
You may feel alone when you’re lying in bed, or cry yourself to sleep. But always remember that your heart belongs to someone you’ve yet to meet…and someday, you will be loved.
:: dyla delaila ::
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