You are trying to make better choices with the arrival of each new day. And that you hope that if not today, then someday, they are proud to call you their son or daughter. Because that is all any child wants to believe.
When evaluating potential life mates, you focus on their actual strengths instead of fixating on superficial traits like height, weight, breast size, butt shape, or bicep circumference. (At least, you take their actual strengths into serious consideration.)
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and count to ten. All you need is a moment of courage.
Some people learned how to cook from their parents. You learned how to order chinese takeout. And that skill has served you well.
You can get wasted and wallow in the pain of your hangover the next day without caring for anyone other than yourself.
Pain is a very strange thing. It can sharpen your senses, make the world seem clearer, if applied in the right dosage. But if there’s too much, then it begins to blur everything and you find that your world no longer makes sense. That was how the world seemed to me, a soupy mess of nonsense. There was pain, of course, thick and ever-present. But I couldn’t tell where it began or where it ended.
Plastered on the milk carton was a picture of what I recognized as me at an age so young my internal memory never ventured back there, probably about two years old, maybe three. The picture was tucked beneath the word MISSING and surrounded by information that was utterly foreign to me, including the name of the missing boy who looked exactly like me.
You never failed to make me feel like I had something to fall back on if everything else went to shit. You never failed to remind me that there was a home away from home I could go to if I ever needed a place to breathe.
A lot of toxicity is accidental. A lot of it is innocent. A lot of it is approached with genuinely positive intentions.
I am prone to not-accepting things. I don’t believe that anything is entirely concrete. Not because I don’t want to, but because my BFF anxiety doesn’t allow me to. To believe that anything is permanent, especially a feeling, means you do not question it at all.