Sure we have a weird way of showing how we feel, but at least we’re all in this together. It’s not a crime to crack a joke.
As much as we want the power to control simply everything that happens around us, it’s physically impossible.
Your life is one epic attempt to decode and analyze yourself.
Shit happens. Guilt happens. But you have to move on.
Stop giving a fuck about pleasing others.
Welcome to the land of make believe.
Never convince yourself that you’re a bad person.
Confess your feelings.
I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing with my life.
This is going to sound just a tad unorthodox, but here goes nothing. Don’t stop chasing him, if you don’t want to stop.