Becca Martin

As happy as I am for them, it’s also hard to always be happy for someone else when you just want to be happy yourself.

I just keep to myself, I just beat myself up between my own two ears because to me that is easier. That is the way I operate. I’m not saying it’s healthy and I’m not saying it’s good, but it’s what I do.

Thank you for rejecting me. It might have hurt, but it didn’t hurt as much as silence. It didn’t hurt as much as staring at my phone with a lump in my throat wondering why I haven’t heard back from him.

You wouldn’t throw away your favorite vase because it got a few smudges on it, you’d polish it up and take care of it before putting it back on display for the world to see.

When every ounce of my body is telling me to pack up and leave again, I want you to ask me to stay.

“I know what I’m getting when I’m with him and I’ve accepted it. I might not be really happy, but is anyone?”

If you taught me anything from leaving it’s that I need to stop believing in the idea of what could have been. I need to let go and move on, without you, just like you did without me.

Sometimes you just have to swallow your pride and accept that you’d rather be happy than right.

“My biggest insecurity is that I can make myself cum more than any guy I’ve ever been with.”

It’s easy to get naked with you, to lie in your bed, whisper words that have no meaning in your ear, but that’s not what I’m after. I want someone who touches my soul more than my body.

We cover up pieces of ourselves and unveil them little by little, until he can finally see there is no such thing as the ‘cool girl’ because we’re all a little bit crazy.

All great changes are products of chaos.

You’re not easing her pain by trying to act happy in a relationship you’re so desperately trying to get out of. You’re not helping her by loving her out of guilt or obligation. You’re being selfish and she deserves better than that.

I’d much rather have you grab me and pull me in. I’d much rather feel wanted by you than initiate something I’m not sure you’re interested in.

There’s something about you that does something to me. It makes it so hard to let you go and walk away.

He started a fire
and left her inside to burn,
but then you came
and you saved her
just in time.

“I had an orgy on my parents’ bed when they went away for the weekend.”

There was so much more I wanted to learn from you and about you, so much more I wanted to give you. But there’s no need now, because you decided it was over.