Anxiety has one goal, and it’s to destroy people. And sometimes it does.
You’re going to pick yourself up and get over the boy who tried to break you because he was never the one for you.
Somehow I ended up on the floor. I was on my knees. I didn’t know how I got there. I felt wrong. I felt confused.
He’ll treat you like a partner, and never like a burden.
“I’m done,” I said in an even tone.
Tonight is the night I feel hopeless.
If you were born during the Third Quarter you’re a terrible person because you’re selfish.
But I need you to know, I am not that girl. I never will be.
It’s the woman who doesn’t take your shit who is the one for you. It isn’t the woman who loves you no matter what, it’s the woman who shows you tough love, because she’s the woman who is going to bring out the best in you.
You deserve the kind of love that loves you back just as much. Undeniably and indescribably.