I’m hitting rock bottom levels of insecurity right now… I don’t know why I’m losing the fight in me. But they say it always gets worse before it gets better. Because the more I fight and pray the more I get pushed back. And maybe that’s what it is —- the bad forces of the universe know my destiny and they fear it but I have to keep fighting

"I was pushed back and about to fall,
but [He] helped me.”


I need to believe something really good is about to happen even if I don’t know what it so I keep fighting.

It’s only a little after midnight and I already want to go to bed. Go me. (but after finishing this post it’s actually way later)

Updates on my life…and random…and ramblings

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Sometimes I wish I was 29 with my life figured out & sometimes I wish I was 5 with my whole life ahead of me and not a care in the world
― Reyna Biddy  (via californiagirlwearingpearls)