Your ex’s opinions, like their ograsms, just don’t matter anymore.
I understand the temptation to get really excited when you finally meet someone you like.
Just make sure that you aren’t doing things that send people running for the hills without realizing it.
Despite my love for you, I know that I will have moments where I can’t stand you. I will have moments that I am offended by you. I will have moments where I’m so angry at you that I could (and possibly will) scream.
They’ll wake up in an amazing mood on a day you’re feeling meh for whatever reason, which will make wallowing in your sad face state of mind that much ickier.
We’d go on drives in your little red car. After enough of these trips, that little red car starts to feel like home.
At what point are we starting to bring unnecessary pain onto ourselves?
You know what makes us the craziest? The thing making our inner psycho bitch come screeching out? What makes our insecurities scream for attention? It’s not dating, it’s not men, and it’s not our mothers.
The awareness that people value her for exactly who she is.
Yes, love is patient and love is kind, but occasionally it is controlling and cruel.
You can delete all those apps that honestly just make you feel sad and empty. *cough* LOOKING AT YOU, TINDER *cough*