Maybe if I say “I’m moving on” enough, it’ll become the truth.
You and I won’t ever feel like we’re truly enough until we accept that we need to find the happiness within ourselves.
You don’t need everyone else to believe in you—you need to be the one to believe in you.
You aren’t a good person, and I find it hard to believe there was ever actually any good in you.
It’s been over a year since we’ve talked—it feels like forever.
They’re part of exactly what makes me into me.
I deserve the same love I put into other people, and I deserve for it to come from myself.
With how hard I fought to keep you, to keep you happy, I should and could have been fighting for myself, for my own happiness.
I thought we would be close friends for such a long time.
I want to stay in your life, and I want you to stay in mine.