In this bar, I think about my youth and how it’s still here, but slipping at the same time. People who are older will sigh and say things like, “Oh, to be your age again!” And I want to ask them if they were this depressed.
The way I feel about you is annoying. Seriously. It’s not romantic, doesn’t make me giddy. It bugs me. It creeps in when I’m trying to do other things and makes it impossible to focus.
Letting go does not mean erasing your mind of all that came before. Letting go just means giving yourself permission to start again.
“Can You Really Afford To Get A Dog?”
You deserve someone who asks about your day and not just out of politeness or formality.
Without you in my life, love is not something I recognize anymore.
When you have depression, all you want is to feel normal. People aren’t faking or doing it for attention or any other ridiculous reason you might think.
Love like you don’t give a fuck about what people are going to think. Stop factoring in outside perspectives when it comes to how you feel. Remember your heart belongs to you, and only you, and there’s no way random strangers could ever know what’s best for it.
What response am I hoping to receive?
Going purely by your on-television romantic history, you like feisty brunettes. Well, Nick, I’m here to tell you I’m a feisty brunette!