I will never be defeated.
I will rise back up from the ground i was kicked down on.
I will Survive.
I will not let him be my down fall.
I am my own self.
I choose what makes me stronger and what makes me weaker.
This is only the beginning.
I know i haven’t been on this blog much because i recently created a new blog secretswenevershare a place where i can be me and not hide myself. i post similar and different things over on that blog. So follow if you dare. Tip: Before you follow look at what i post. Thanks all Ill try to do more on this blog when i can.
GUYS. THEY’RE RISING FROM THE ASHES. I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS PROMO. AND THE TAG LINE IS CAN’T GO BACK. BECAUSE OUR MAIN CHARACTERS ARE ALL VASTLY DIFFERENT FROM WHERE THEY WERE IN SEASON THREE, AND THERE’S NO WAY ANYTHING WILL BE THE SAME SINCE ALLISON IS GONE. BUT THEY’RE SO MUCH STRONGER NOW BECAUSE OF IT. THEY ARE ALL LITERALLY “REBORN” LIKE A PHOENIX, ESPECIALLY SCOTT AND STILES SINCE THEY SACRIFICED THEMSELVES, BUT EVEN LYDIA BECAUSE SHE LOST HER BEST FRIEND. INSTEAD OF BEING COMPLETELY DECIMATED LIKE ANY NORMAL PERSON WOULD BE AFTER THE EVENTS OF SEASON THREE, SCOTT, STILES, LYDIA, AND DEREK ARE ALL UNDAUNTED. THEY ARE FEARLESS. THEY ARE UNSTOPPABLE. BECAUSE THEY HAVE SEEN THE HORRORS AND LIVED THE HORRORS, AND THEY HAVE DECIDED THAT THOSE HORRORS WILL NOT DEFINE THEM, BUT REFINE THEM. SCOTT IS GOING TO BE HIS OWN ANCHOR AND KNOW THAT YOU FALL IN LOVE MORE THAN ONCE. STILES IS GOING TO KNOW THAT THOSE LIVES HE MURDERED WERE NOT BY HIS OWN HANDS, AND THAT HE CAN WORK TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE INSTEAD OF LIVING IN HIS OWN GUILT. LYDIA WILL KNOW ALLISON DIDN’T DIE IN VAIN, AND WILL COME TO UNDERSTAND HER BANSHEE ABILITIES TO PREVENT ANY MORE DEATHS OF HER LOVED ONES. BECAUSE THEY CAN’T. GO. BACK. THEY CAN ONLY MOVE FORWARD.
reblogging for that commentary, which could single-handedly convince ANYONE to come back for S4. JUST IN CASE WE GET ALL THAT.
LMAO ‘just in case’…
I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling empty inside. I’m tired of feeling worthless. I’m tired of feeling stuck. I’m tired of feeling crazy. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of yelling. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. I’m tired of missing things. I’m tired of missing people. I’m tired of remembering. I’m tired of wishing I could start all over. I’m tired of not being able to just let go. I’m tired of faking it. I’m tired of being different. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of needing help. I’m tired of always wondering when I will finally let myself be happy. Most of all, I’m just tired of being tired.
all the time