When your parents call you by your full name
Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were.
When I’m hurt, I shut down. I turn into a total sarcastic bitch. I shut off my emotions, and act indifferent towards everything even though it might be killing me inside.
Your life has purpose. Your story is important. Your dreams count. Your voice matters. You were born to make an impact. Always remember this.
do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes