Fuckboys only want the trial run, they don’t want to invest in the product. And unfortunately, you’re the product.
You are in dating purgatory, and you’re about to be ghosted.
You’ll get over fuckboys once your heart directs your mind.
A strong girl will move on, because her relationship with herself is more precious than her relationship with you or anyone else.
I knew you wouldn’t be mine in the years to come. So before those gates opened completely, I let you go.
Even in those starkly solitary moments, when I am harassed at every turn by existential questions, you steady my heart, and I am centered once again.
You tell yourself you’re on the right path. That you’re being ambitious, chasing the right things – but you know that if you stopped to really think about it, to really feel into it, that you might not be so sure.
I hope that your 2017 is absolutely chock-full of challenges and despair, of heartache and disappointment.
I thought time would always be on my side. But I’ve discovered that while it sometimes takes things and people away from you, it doesn’t take their memories with it.
Validation: the emotional crutch that has a way of making narcissists out of us, because in our quest to be validated, we make our entire existence all about ourselves.