I adoreee the Olsen twins and their style.

Sometimes, all you need is one.

One person to care about you, one person to love you, one person to brighten your day. Sometimes, all you need is one person to be there.

I really thought that I could give my heart to someone, so they can take care of it, take care of me; but they can't even do that. No matter how hard I try to let these walls down, I can't. It's like a meter. It's like a level. You get to square 5, then you do something that pushes me to go back to square one. I don't even know what to feel or do anymore. I feel hopeless. Like it's always like this. With me and boys. I always end up with the ones who likes me a lot or even love me, but they push me away because they can't show their love for me. I mean, what is a girl to do? Sit around and wait? No, that is not me. I'm headstrong and heartstrong. I will never settle for less than what I deserve. I don't know how much more am I going to put up with. I've always thought giving up is a sign of weakness, but it's not. It's strength. It's me being strong and telling you I don't need you and your bullshit anymore. It's getting up and walking away. It's doing what's best for me.

I don't think people realized they should give you love and affection until you're just about to walk away. I think those people take things for granted. I hate when people take me for granted. It's not like I'm expecting anything or I'm being one of those girls who are like,"oh I wish you would do this and that for me." Or those girls who goes,"a real guy loves you when he does this." I don't care what you do for me, but at least give me what I deserve. All I ever want and need is effort; for someone to meet me halfway. Don't just want me and not do anything about it. Don't waste my time.

Manning up to my feelings,

My heart is so hard to please sometimes. I’ve always been closed off and stubborn, and I always trying to look out for myself when it comes to relationships that I don’t let anyone in. I don’t even speak of my relationship to others. Not like how I used to. Hands down, I’ve gotten way too proud for love. For awhile now I have had this mentality where I refuse to love someone else because in the end, I’ll always be alone. I had this thought in my head that every person I’m going to end up with will just hurt me. I used to be so happy, and in love, and in love with the thought of love. Then I became bitter, cynical. I wasn’t mad at love, I was mad at the person I was in love with. And this whole time, I just blamed love for it. I admit, there are days where I wonder to myself,”will I ever love another person again? Am I only allowed to be in love once in my life? When will I love again?” And those questions make me ponder for hours in bed.