I’m late on today’s story aren’t I? Apologies.
Today’s story belongs to a beautiful girl, an amazing writer, a great speaker and a true friend. I know the story is in pieces and in screenshots, but snapchat just doesn’t budge.

I can’t stress on how important it is to lose yourself, to become who you want to be. I have this belief that we’re all born to be in a certain way and we have no say in that. Until we’re broken in a way that we have no choice left but to pick ourselves up on our own and mould us into who we want to be and that’s precisely what makes us. Happy memories sure do give us something to smile about, but painful ones? They make the happy times worth it. They make us who we are.