You’re just tired and a little lost, trying to figure out how everything in your own life falls together.
I don’t expect you to give me all of your time and attention but I expect you to be present when I need you most.
You can always have a “better” paying job, “better” house, “better” car, “better” looking significant other.
Sometimes the unexpected can bring joy; and sometimes it can bring pain, but either way what you expect very rarely turns out to be what actually happens.
What we almost always forget is that it takes money to travel.
You are the image of a tragic story turned breathtakingly beautiful.
Every time I scroll through my instagram feed, I am punched in the face with a drowning surge of glossy, perfectly photoshopped landscapes and annoyingly perfect beach bodies.
I’m tired of thinking lowly of myself and of myself thinking highly of others. I’m tired of insecurities becoming my best friend and of the toxin I am becoming.
You’re tired of hearing everything that comes after but, you’re tired of knowing that even if someone is attracted to you, they still don’t want to be with you.
However, doing so, we tend to forget we are spending too much time looking and painting that someone in our heads that we forget to treasure those around us.