There will be times in your life when you have to choose between being loved and being respected. Always pick being respected. That love without respect is always fleeting. But that respect could grow into real, lasting love.
I know I cry a lot and for many things like sad movies or failed grades abandoned dreams and songs that remind me of the past. Stupid thing to like you and the all problems I've created for myself in my head but lately what I've been crying about most is myself the person I used to be and lost and the person in the present with no clue about her future