If You’re Confused Or Wondering How He Feels… Just Stop

I sat with a beer in my hand physically present but emotionally miles away. I think my dad saw the pain in my eyes as I watched everyone around me. Happier. Not faking it.
I sat with a beer in my hand physically present but emotionally miles away. I think my dad saw the pain in my eyes as I watched everyone around me. Happier. Not faking it.
Be patient with yourself. Give yourself credit for all that you have accomplished, and all that you are doing right this very second. Have faith, and have hope for your future self.
To blow, or not to blow?
You’re staying up until 2 AM for the wrong reasons. Because you’re wasted. Because you’re heartbroken. Because you’re bored and lonely and scrolling through social media until you’re forced to surrender to sleep.
Nobody can seem to agree on what this is.
You consider reaching out to him, and asking him how he’s been, and maybe if he’d like to get together. But you know better than that. You know how these things go.
We spend so much time getting to know the people around us that we forget to know ourselves.
I’m done. Not in a snarling Sammi Sweetheart kind of way, but in the most logical, rational, clear-headed and composed way possible: I’m done. I’m done with the dating applications.
Before you see him, you shower. Shave. Slip into a skintight dress. Fill in your eyebrows. Paint your lips. And when you meet up with him, he’s wearing the same T-shirt he wore the last time you saw him.
The people who got out of these dark times before you weren’t better than you, or stronger than you, or less burdened than you. They felt weak and sad and like they were barely hanging on – just like you. BUT, they kept going.
Modern dating. We hate to love it, we love to hate it, but unless you’re completely locked down – you have to deal with it.
The woman’s whimpering rose to muffled screaming as a gloved hand reached out with the rusted knife. Pushed back her pretty hair, damp at the roots with blood. That hand dug into her ear, slicing off a chunk, taking a golden hoop and an industrial bar along with it. She was still squealing as the hand picked up the skin and flipped it back and forth in front of the phone camera, like he was a magician showing off a card.
I am believing in myself, that there is beauty inside me, that I am my own sunshine, that I am a work of art.
“Does it make you uncomfortable when guys check you out while wearing leggings?”
The hardest part about soulmates is sometimes you don’t end up with the one you think is yours.
You must know that I am forever grateful to have had you as a father. Thank you for the life you gave me. Thank you for your hard work that enabled me to have nice things. Thank you for your love.