I'm 18. I'm a teenage girl. I am me, and that's all there is to it. I'm weird, I'm dorky, I'm not perfect. Guess what though, i don't really care. I have my big moments of depression, but I'm slowly making it through.
No matter what she did or how angry she made you, always come back and be there for her. She needs you more than you know. And Discipline won’t be necessary. No one’s harder on her than she is on herself.
You know that feeling you get when you really like someone and you hold their hand for the first time? How it just feels so satisfying to know they have the same feelings for you? It feels like a sexual release. It’s such a light, timid hand hold. Like, they can let go easily if they want and you can too but you both try so hard to hold onto each other so lightly. It just feels so innocent and right. Literally one of the best feelings in the world.