I lost my virginity to a predator wearing a mask of someone who could never hurt a fly.
I’m happy in a way that I can cry, and that is never a sign of weakness or a crappy life.
I want a heartbreak that’s going to make me more fearless and curious and human.
I hope you start trying to do those things you’ve always wanted to try but never had the courage to do so because you think it’ll just throw you off from your game plan.
They didn’t know that those smiles in those photos you showed them were your desperate ways of convincing yourself you were happy with him.
And we’re both aware that’s that, aren’t we?
Other people’s validation may be something, but it’s never the only thing that’ll keep you going.
I am fine, and I always will be.
You know your game. And you play it so damn well.
I am throwing every smoke because you do not deserve to be remembered. You do not deserve to be in anyone’s memory. I am never going to smoke again.