A Story About Losing Yourself To Something And Someone
It’s like sitting back and watching the screening and saying “but something was missing, something went wrong.”
Publicly sharing moments of clarity and spite. Working on the latter.
It’s like sitting back and watching the screening and saying “but something was missing, something went wrong.”
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?