The living’s words of condolences bring no comfort, but only serve as a constant reminder and reassurance of what he has touched and taken.
I asked you for your hand, pulled you down onto the bed, made you sleep.
I know this doesn’t apply to everyone, not everyone is a student and not everyone wants a dog, but for both that fit this category I give you my reasons why.
I can’t help but wonder…
There is no “set” definition of happiness because we each create our own meaning.
C’mon, it’s almost 2015. Shouldn’t there be some sort of ‘create your own boyfriend’ app by now?
We’re so often afraid of actually working on things. We like manuals and guides. We want Google answers that will point us in the correct direction. We read lists. We make lists.
In every relationship there comes a time for Talking About How You Really Feel. But let’s be honest: the bit before that is a total cat-and-mouse game of seduction.
By closing myself off from any possible attachment, I’m making myself incapable of finding love.
I could feel my low self-esteem digging its roots deeper and deeper into my psyche.