I know you wish you could have a broken neck instead of a broken heart. But, if everyone in the world died from broken hearts, no one would be left to tell their story. No one would be left in the world at all.
The bad news is: It is entirely your fault. They treat you this way, because you let them.
If someone tells you that your hair looks great, you will respond by insulting yourself – “It looks really greasy today!” Being unable to receive compliments is a sign of insecurity, as it indicates that you don’t think that you deserve to be complimented.
You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself when you broke someone else’s heart. You don’t get to play the victim and ask for sympathy, not when you caused this pain.
Maybe this is how things get better.
You don’t see the frustration, you don’t see the struggle, you don’t see the rejection letters or the tears streaming down their face on the days they feel like they’ve failed and aren’t good enough.
Shower him with love and affection, because he will never fail to do everything for you because he will love you.
“Screaming it on paper was helping me embody it and define its shape. As an artist I know that I can reshape my mind’s creations. And that was step one.”
You empower yourself and vicariously those who surround you by the light that shines within you. It’s contagious.
It only counts if you can stare down the shittiest, most despicable parts of yourself and go, ‘Okay. I am going to own these things. I am going to accept that they’re a part of me.’