Worrying What Everyone Else Thinks About You Will Only Drag You Down
Words — especially the ones that destroy — shape us.
Words — especially the ones that destroy — shape us.
Love is a sacrifice, one that everyone makes at some point in their lives, because losing ourselves is better than having no one else to get lost with.
It’s a massive thing to decide to cut people out, standing up for yourself and your own esteem is terrifying and potentially hurting someone you used to think had the sun shining out of every orifice can be stressful.
Perhaps it was my deep animalistic urge for companionship, the extrovert in me who wanted to be everybody’s everyone or just too much Disney as a kid.
Either way, in breakup season my status as the perpetually single, professional third wheel is promoted to veteran. I become the newly single girl’s independence guru and it’s my favorite thing.
I will beat my fists and scream “no” until he and the rest of the world realises that abusing someone’s personal space like that is never okay, that sexual harassment is not a “joke”