Sometimes karma doesn’t come
Is it bitchy to be someone who won’t let other people walk all over them?
No matter how dark and deep we are in our depression, there is someone who understands. There is someone who’s going to be able to listen and try to help you come back to the light.
It’s almost difficult for me to accept that maybe this is different. Because this is completely different.
When someone is just there. They’re not there to tell you what you did wrong or what you can do to fix your broken pieces; they’re just there.
I wonder if maybe they feel the hope that we had when we started there.
Instead of me telling you all of the things I should or even replying at all, I delete the messages. I try to start letting you go one more time.
I don’t need you to prove to me that I should be with you. I don’t want to have to convince you to love me. I just want us to know that this is good.
He found how hard being without me is. I got to be set free.
You make me feel like it’s OK to be me and that’s the best gift anyone’s ever given to me.