saewelsh
The past is something I changeable, it's not something we can change. I don't lik this. It's past.
She styled her hair to look like someone who cared, someone who had it all together, someone who knew they way they looked and the way they wanted to look and knew how to pull it off. It was in direct contrast to the way she was feeling inside - utterly hopeless, lost, too many thoughts to know where to go. Maybe if she looked put together she would automatically become whole again.
maybe life is like a first draft. everyday is new, sure, but we only live once. at the nd of our life we sbmit it, the final copy, the first draft, the only draft. unless reincarnation is real, there is never a revised copy of our life. each day is new and we only get one draft, one chance to write it. just one. no revision.