I can see the fact that those decisions I made back then have made me who I am today.
The person who really gets you will let you be whoever you’re supposed to be.
That first step towards being honest with someone or yourself is the biggest, scariest and best step you’ll ever take.
As weird as it’s going to sound, you’ve started down a path to heal, really heal, what has been plaguing you secretly for all this time. By admitting that you’re not in the right head space is the first step in starting to get yourself the help you need.
I feel their love when the numbness takes over my entire body and getting out of bed isn’t going to happen that day.
When do you miss me the most? Do you miss me most when you’re alone late at night? When you’re lying in your bed, looking at the empty space beside you?
Let’s get real with each other. You’re struggling. I can see it.
We never really argued. We never really yelled. Maybe because you were my best friend and that made things just feel right.
I don’t want to continue to believe that my anxiety and depression are too much of a weight to put on someone else so what’s the point in even falling love.
You listen to my crazy. You indulge in my weird comments. You make me laugh until I cry. And there’s no one like you.