Heartbreak is one of the worst pains imaginable, but the good thing about it is that once you heal, you tend to forget how badly it once hurt.
After all, making a decision based on how you feel right now is often silly.
“Chill” is arbitrary and ephemeral. Passion is enduring.
Frustration is what leads us to the next natural step, equilibrium, and greater inner peace within our day to day living.
I’m not brave, I never was. Neither am I strong nor spirited. Never was and I don’t think I ever will be.
This is my depression. The unbearable thought of even looking at myself.
Hangovers demand a light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to go on and actually leave your bed.
It’s remembering how you felt in a moment, vividly. The same shivers on your skin, ripple through your veins, smile forming inadvertently. It’s reliving it but this time from the outside.
We can relive and re-experience social pain more vividly than we can physical pain.
“Let me know when and where do you wanna meet,” read the last line.