sundaymorning.

this and all I am, I dedicate to my Lord, with love, hope, and dreams of second chances.

I want to be the old me again. The one who was secure with everything in her life. The one who didn't worry what other people thought about her. The one who didn't spend three hours in front of the mirror trying to be perfect. The one who didn't have to get drunk at a party to have fun. The one who didn't kiss guys she didn't know. The one who didn't yell at her mom. The one who didn't spend money every second. The one whose faith was never, ever shaken. The one who was fearless.

But I guess life teaches you how to not be naive. I want to be the new me. The one who's not secure with everything in her life, but is willing to take risks anyway. The one who hears what other people says about her and instead of worrying, laughs and walks away. The one who can still spend three hours in front of a mirror, but can walk out of the house looking like shit and still smile knowing she'll never be perfect. The one who doesn't need to get drunk at a party, but will drink anyway to hold her title "drunkorexic". ;) the one who didn't kiss guys she didn't know, but took it slow with the guy she actually liked. The one who didn't yell at her mom, but argued rationally with her best friend. The one who didn't spend money every second, but made free memories. The one whose faith was shaken, but returned to God in the end. The one who wasn't fearless, but was able to conquer them anyway.