I’m so used to being disliked, alienated and rejected to some degree that I can’t help but be skeptical of your vast love for me.
What do you want to be remembered for?
Write about your feelings and opinions so you can make other people feel less alone (or perhaps angry and offended).
I’m terrified of what I don’t know. I don’t know what lies ahead, so I tell myself it could only be fires, tornadoes and hurricanes.
It takes a special and patient kind of person to love me. But when they do, I love them back.
You don’t have to entertain thoughts of being with him. Why? Because you’re not supposed to yet. It’s not the right time.
Being left out blows, but the person who didn’t invite you to the thing is either not your friend or had a good reason not to invite you.
I can feel it in the oxygen that enters and leaves my lungs with ease. I can feel it in the deepest part of my chest, which no longer feels like it’s full of stones and broken glass.
He’s not that busy, and he definitely saw the text or heard his phone ringing. Non-assholes either text or call you back in a timely manner or give an honest reason as to why they can’t or won’t. Assholes don’t bother.
We’d be an odd and unlikely pair, but I bet everyone would root for us. We’d probably fall apart, but I bet I’d never regret you.