I’m done looking at pictures with regret when it’s them who should be feeling these things so heavily.
But I’m afraid that this lost love, wasn’t something that was ever actually found. I’m afraid to discover it was all a figment of my imagination.
In a generation that analyzes everything to the core, it’s rare when you find someone who isn’t afraid to show you they care.
If dogs could talk do you ever wonder what they would say?
Someone who understands the things they aren’t saying.
It isn’t so obvious and when you’ve endured a relationship like this for a long enough period of time you don’t even realize.
Inside the mind of a teen with anxiety, is like a hamster that never stops running on a wheel.
But in that moment I didn’t think the school was the problem I thought I was.
Don’t take it personally when they cancel.
Sometimes recovery isn’t just healing but rather someone else learning to love your scars.