I show all of myself, even the crippling paranoia, non-stop anxiety, and extreme self-doubt, which I’ve come to find out guys don’t like too much.
The more I think about if I’m being funny or not, the sadder my jokes get.
I am sorry for you. I am angry first, but then I am sorry.
Keep conversations raw, you’ll never regret it. Tell the truth, seek the truth, and don’t keep curiosity at bay.
I think he saw a spark in me when we met, but what if that will never set him on fire?
I want to be with you in your normal, boring, everyday moments because to me, they are anything but that.
Why do we, as self-aware and empathetic beings, build these walls to keep us from connecting with each other and finding that we maybe, quite possibly, are experiencing the very same things?
“Wait, so if I think he’s a good drummer and that his freckles are cute, that means other girls might, too!”
This is probably one of the hardest things I will ever have to swallow. You were the girl I told everything to, things that I wouldn’t even admit to myself.
I will never give up hope.