Make 2018 the year you make you your first priority. Live this year for you. Make this the year you slowly fall in love with yourself. Make this the year you fall — and catch your own damn self.
Love isn’t perfect. So how could I expect the next man I fall for to be?
She stopped replying back to you because she realized that she was nothing to you. She realized that you didn’t really care. And you never did.
Pounds will come and go, don’t let a number define you.
You don’t have time to pity yourself. You don’t have time to hate that boy who left you a long time ago. You don’t have time to regret the past or look down at your rearview mirror. You don’t have enough room in your heart to hold onto everything that broke you. So let it all go. Let 2017 go and all the years before.
What happens when your heart isn’t broken, but it doesn’t feel full either?
Let 2018 be the year where you grow truly comfortable with yourself. Let 2018 be the year you can enter a room full of strangers and still feel whole. Let 2018 be the year where you no longer search for love, because you’ve grown to find it inside of yourself.
It makes me so angry that after you ended it, I still liked you. It makes me so angry that after you ended it, I couldn’t hate you. I couldn’t even write bad things about you.
It isn’t weak to ask for help. It’s brave.
And it’s worse because he was so nice. It’s worse because he still cared. It’s worse because he called me to break it off instead of texting me or ghosting me. It’s worse because he has a heart. It’s worse because he cried when he told me he was done.