Holly Riordan

You aren’t going to get any better until you reorganize your priorities, rearrange your schedule, and reword the way you talk to yourself.

You might feel like you’re never going to stop making mistakes. You might feel like everyone you love is going to leave you eventually. You might feel like you have nothing to offer this world. But those are fears, they aren’t facts.

I care about how gently you are going to treat me in my lightest and darkest moments. I care about whether you are going to make me a priority. I care about whether you are going to care.

If talking to him only makes you happy for the five minutes he’s actually answering you — and then makes you miserable for five days when he’s ignoring you again — then he’s probably not worth your effort.

I wish we didn’t have to end our relationship in a screaming match. I wish we could have ended by reminding each other how much we love each other — and how we will always love each other. I wish we could have stayed friends.

You’re running around, trying to do everything for everyone except yourself. 

I can’t blame them for being annoyed with me. It takes me ages to answer texts. I rarely follow through on plans. I only leave the house once in a blue moon.

You stop thinking of yourself as a catch and start thinking of yourself as a burden.