Don’t read these in public…
Leave the small talk behind you, and fill in the spaces with what you love.
Mark the first day that you decided to stop texting your ex, and leave a little note at the end of the month. Something like, “I am so proud of you for having a strong will.”
We don’t know how to breakup anymore. Because we don’t know how to feel. We’re too scared. Scared that if we feel too much, we may not ever be the same. Scared that if we break too much, we may not ever be able to stand again. Scared to admit that we loved someone. And to admit that we lost them too.
But damn if I didn’t fantasize about going home with him, ripping his clothes off and having him fuck me up against a wall.
I’m done saying sorry. I’m done being treated like I am the worst person in the world because I have to take care of my mental health before I take care of other people. I’m done having to say sorry to people who don’t understand what I am going through. I’m done apologizing for taking care of me.
I’m pretty certain that men and women are both hot. Nothing confusing about that.
She is going to leave you. Not because of the things you did, but because of the things that you didn’t do. She is going to leave you. Not because of things you said, but because of the things you never said.
When you miss him, ask yourself what you’re really missing. Is it really him?
She might come across as clingy, but that’s only because she likes to latch onto the good things in life.