Mackenzie Mickavicz

People say to live with no regrets. But, I do. I regret leaving. I regret walking away from you. I regret it all. I’m angry, just so angry, at no one besides myself. And I don’t know what to do about it. 

This fairytale was fallacious. There was no truth to it. I fell in love with a man who was a figment of my imagination.

The dictionary defines happiness as “the state of being happy.” That’s a definition. A formal definition that fails to encompass the emotions, sweet sensations, and tell all tales that evoke sense, touch, and taste. 

I’d rather be lonely than ever be in a relationship with a person like you ever again. 

You feel worthless because he has made you feel this way. 

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.