I think this time I’ve really lost you, I’ve lost your love for good.
Thinking about all the hugs of our past is keeping me alive.
If you’re actually going to love yourself, you have to do it every day.
I’m done lying to everyone, but most of all I’m done tormenting myself.
The world is crumbling beneath my feet; I can sense that you are leaving and may never return. We’ve been drifting apart for quite some time, yet I never stopped to care.
So many people have told me that “love is blind,” but most of the time I think it’s more that being in love blinds us to reality.
When you’ve experienced trauma, your body keeps the score.
Eventually I’ll learn to love myself instead of seeking constant validation from someone who doesn’t even deserve my love. I will stop longing for the approval you’ll never give and the unconditional love you’re incapable of providing.
You impress me each and every day with your bravery and relentless determination.
Do you really care about the environment, or are you just enjoying the attention that supporting righteous causes brings to your social media feeds?