No one knows what you are experiencing, no one can hear the thoughts in your head, and no one can push you to go on, because honestly, no one has time to be there for you.
You’ll never get there if you don’t give yourself the time to get there. I know you want so desperately to be okay again, but it doesn’t happen over night.
Stop acting like you let go of something valuable, stop giving him (or her) that power. Pick yourself up, stitch your heart back together and tell yourself everyday that this is not a loss but a win.
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.