I am the Bad Luck Girl. It’s okay, I don’t mind. Sometimes I think that if bad things keep happening to me, then perhaps they won’t happen to the people I love.
Of course this is foolishness, but I think it all the same.
I am twenty years old, and I am angry at the world. I rage and bitch and moan; I curse and spit out venomous words.
However, there are other things; other pieces of me that surface. Regret, sadness, and misery; worry, stress, and despair; pain, desperation, and violence.
Joy, happiness, and that feeling.
You know the one, I’m sure of it. It happens when everything is okay, the future isn’t pressing you into the dirt, and your past isn’t knocking on the door with a mouthful of dark words. Where for a moment you can forget about bills and school and mortality. Forget what people think about you and how you look and your social awkwardness.
When you can just live.
My name is Elizabeth Hoag. I’m woefully uneducated, I have a flair for the dramatic, and I am heavily damaged. This is my life, and I’m piecing things together one day at a time.
Enjoy the ride.
=> Twitter - talking to myself
=> DailyBooth - taking pictures of myself
=> GoodReads - reading to myself
And It Was Good
<3 A Softer World - the best fucking thing
<3 Pictures For Sad Children - not really for sad children at all
<3 FFFFOUND - hey, do you like pictures?