My name is Victoria Paige. I have many stories. We all do. Don't give up on yours.
I have a lot of feelings. Decently talented but painfully introverted. Wholly redeemed.
I wish the whole idea that you’re more socially and personally esteemed if you have an official significant other could’ve died in high school. I wish this thought weren’t spurred by sarcastic comments directed at me recently.
Screw you, no I don’t have a boyfriend, no I don’t have to shave if I don’t feel like it, no I don’t care that no one is going to be touching my legs a n y time soon, no I don’t gauge my value as a person based on whether I’m dating somebody. I thought that drama was getting kind of old. Because to me, dating has nothing to do with social standing and everything to do with the long game.
And I still PROBABLY get more cuddles than you, so
When your tears are spent on your last pretense
And your tired eyes refuse close and sleep in your defense
When your heart wears thin, I will hold you up
And I will hide you when it gets too much
I’ll be right beside you
Nobody will break you
Bryce and I had a couple hours before Nick would get on campus last night, so we Christmas-ified Nick’s room. I am genuinely proud of this. He was so excited. hehe.
As you can all probably already tell, my second Thanksgiving Break activity was reading The Great Divorce.