Pain leaves a permanent mark, a tattoo inside the brain that seems to never fade.
I’ve spent the last year believing that there was something wrong with me because I had hopes of a stable love with a complicated lover. I’ve spent the last year holding on.
Never wait around for a fuckboy to grow up; never wait around for a fuckboy to get his priorities straight. Focus on yourself.
It’s me. I know I am the last person you want to talk to.
You are in control. Do not let what others think or say determine your future.
No one can change who you are. You are in charge of your life. You do not need to be fixed.
Girls swear. Get the fuck over it.
Look forward. Move forward. Never look back.
The traditional answer is love. However, as society has transitioned from an era of romance to an age of hooking up, I feel obligated to say that the answer is sex.
It’s not a bad thing to see the good. However, it is toxic to only see the good.