And yet, you’ll fuck it up by doing what we all do — asking those pesky, persistent two words: “what if.” What if there’s someone better out there?
Pay your own bills. Or, if you can’t, learn to manage your finances.
There is no number of slammed doors or angry words that cue the end.
Independence is fucking lonely.
Don’t go back to him just because you’re scared to be alone.
I am searching for you in every people who show interest in me. I make myself believe that I can replace you with anyone of them. But maybe I’m wrong. There is no one who can take your place in my heart.
Loneliness is a blank page that stares straight at you and then punches you hard in the eye.
You are worth more than your loneliness. So please stop wasting your time being friends with it. Stop letting it stay in your life. And stop thinking it’s hard to abandon it.
You find the balance in between dependent and independent.
Honestly, I still miss you. I still have feelings for you. And honestly, I’m still not over you.