I listen to you humming through the wires as you tell me that my chest is just a hall of fame filled with people who played the game and played it well.
The most natural disasters are ones we always see coming, but are somehow always surprised by.
Remember how you felt about me? Well, I want you to care about yourself that way. Learn to love the boy you’ve been, the guy you are, and the man you’ll be. All I want is for you to be happy, and for that happiness to stem from some place inside of you.
People often think because of this that either my dad wasn’t around or my parents weren’t good parents. Both of those things aren’t true. I don’t have dad issues, my mom is my best friend and my family is one of those good ones many people dream they have.
Divert the negative thoughts to positive ones. The mind is so powerful. Choose your thoughts wisely.
You understand that time cannot possibly reverse itself, and so, in all the glory of your grief, you curse yourself for your inability to make amends and your remarkable lack of appreciation of their existence.
I think you’re moving on, I know you are. I need to do the same, but there is a part of me that can’t, more so, I simply do not want to.
Every piece of your story molds you into the person you are meant to become. Without pain, we cannot appreciate joy. Without struggles, we cannot appreciate success.
Life chats that drag on until the wee hours of the morning.
The second worst part next to heartbreak is getting over it. For me, it’s the same kind of grief you experience as when a relative or loved one dies.