I’ll Always Regret Not Saying ‘Yes’ When You Asked To Get Back Together
Even though I don’t want it to be true, you occupy such a huge part of me. I still love you, in some way.
Even though I don’t want it to be true, you occupy such a huge part of me. I still love you, in some way.
Letting someone go and find themselves doesn’t mean we’re losing them. It means we’re letting them grow into the person they need to become.
Witch? Honey, that doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m capable of.
Take a look at yourself in the mirror. Come on, do it. Take yourself in because my god there is no one else in the world quite like you.
It’s not really anyone’s fault. Because he was never meant to stay.
I refuse to fill myself with hate just because things didn’t go how I wanted them to. That’s for everything in life.
The stigma of genital herpes overshadowed pieces of myself that I vowed I’d never lose sight of—my confidence, my weirdness, my true sense of self.
This might sound like a list of nothings to you, but this list right here, it means everything to me.
I remember hearing the sirens and seeing the ambulance’s lights in the distance, but my focus was elsewhere.
See, my head is full of imaginary scenarios, and false hope that takes up too much space. Because even though we ended a long time ago, I still have a tiny bit of hope inside of me. I still believe. And that’s what makes it worse. Because you don’t owe me anything anymore.
She doesn’t need much to have a good time.
I used to believe that artists have to starve.
I think many of us have been so afraid to be self oriented and be called selfish for most of our lives that we have made a habit for living for our world and other people, and self sacrificed our real dreams.
I’m sick of hearing people say, “Not everyone can” and shorting themselves the experience of being successful at what they love. I am tired of the excuses we make to stay locked into things we have outgrown or never wished to be in in the first place. This isn’t a dress rehearsal for life.
You used to love the way they made fun of your dance moves and they way they bear hugged you constantly. But now, all those little things you used to love about them, annoy you. You don’t find it charming or funny anymore, you just want it all to stop.
You are calling yourself worthless and weak again because you feel like you are taking too long to heal too long to be ‘normal’ again and it makes me ache inside to watch you tear yourself down this way.
You’ll eventually pick up on the unusual tone of how he speaks of her. Maybe he brings her up too frequently in conversations. Or maybe it’s the opposite– each time you ask a casual question about her, he wears a pained expression.
Even if your partner swears that they’re fine, you know when they’re pissed off at you by the way that they’re fidgeting and by the fake smile they’re wearing.