When you left, when you finally walked away from what was never going to work, I noticed something happen. Something strange. I started to feel like myself again.
It doesn’t matter how much time you’ve wasted on him, all that matter is that you’ve decided to let him go now.
I will let myself feel, I will let myself be however I am and I will come to a place where I know who my best-self is.
On nights when you feel like your mouth
Is filled with scar tissue
when your fists are heavier than your clay heart,
remember the broken that does not
There are corner coffee shops with mugs in every shade of feeling where you will read the paper and pretend that you’re in Paris or Spain and sip too strong coffee as you learn to be alone.
Small opportunities are still opportunities. It’s okay to start small.
To me, myself, and I. To the one that I was, I am and I will become: carry on.
Reclaim your ambition and attitude; use it to begin again.
I turned my sorrow into motivation. Trying to make something out what I was given. I always looked forward to what my life could be instead of what it was.
You don’t know everything yet especially the future if it still wants you in it, but the fact that you get to be confused and still choose for yourself to the point of delaying something your parents really want for you in life is already a testament of you trying.