She’s a special person, the woman who never had any help.
Everything that I do reminds me of you in some way or another. I cannot even touch myself anymore without crumbling at the knowledge that I’ll never feel the tender electricity of your embrace again.
Fuck you for letting me go and fuck me for letting myself fall for you.
You must focus on your own needs, make yourself the priority, and spend your time wisely. Don’t waste it hating yourself.
If you’d died, you wouldn’t have actively chosen to leave me.
No one else has any damn say in how you process your sadness in order to survive and come out on the other side without losing your spirit.
Sometimes it’s as if I’m sinking into a chasm of loneliness that I’ve dug on my own like all I’ve done in my life is fall into one misstep after another.
Try your best not to use that time clinging on to people or situations that, despite your deepest genuine efforts, must develop in a different direction than you hoped. Strive to find the peace that comes with releasing expectations.
Remember that no matter how painful everything feels in this moment, it will get better.
I have an idea: If anyone has a problem with my feminism, stay away from it.