It’s written in the stars, you know. Us. We’re meant to be. Ever since. And like every other thing in life, I’m ruining it too. Why, I don’t know.
The ego is not your amigo.
The friend who doesn’t listen to you, at all, ever. Friendship is a conversation, not a one-sided monologue where one person talks, and the other person listens.
Bravery is believing that tomorrow can be better, even when it seems like you are surrounded by darkness on all sides.
Even though you will now lend your wisdom, love, and care to somebody else special in your life, I know that you heart is big enough to make room for both of us.
I’ll remind you that flowers bloom in spring even after the harshest winters and that they are more beautiful because of it.
If we ever ran into each other again, we wouldn’t acknowledge the lack of closure. No, we’d act like everything was normal.
Um, you actually do give a f*ck. You give plenty.
You are not defined by the number of people who like you.
Depression is something to be coped with over time. So please don’t tell us “it’s not that bad” or that we should be happy because we have good lives.