Angry exes would airdrop nude photos of the girls who dumped them. Jocks would airdrop pictures of penises in the locker room. Boys would airdrop photos taken from the second story, looking down girls’ shirts.
You’re afraid he’s going to leave you over one of your screwups. You’re afraid the smallest argument is going to escalate into a breakup. You’re afraid any type of confrontation is going to be the death of your relationship.
If you assumed this other person was out of your league, then you probably didn’t spend too much time chasing after them. You probably admitted defeat pretty early on. You probably didn’t give yourself a fighting chance to get together with them.
Bring up everything they’ve ever done wrong.
You don’t have to forgive this person in order to accept with happened with this person and move on from this person.
I need to be around people who love me in order to have a fighting chance at learning to love myself too.
Get annoyed with her the one time she doesn’t rush to your side.
Sometimes, your worst moments put your priorities into perspective. Sometimes, your worst moments make you realize you need to make a change. Sometimes, your worst moments are turning points that can launch you in another direction.
People look at you more like a background character in a film than an actual, flesh and blood human being. They don’t think you have emotions. They don’t think you have a personality. They don’t think you have an opinion.
No one can believe I have the nerve to treat myself as a priority. They miss the days when they could get whatever they wanted out of me. They miss having control over me.