For anyone going through a breakup right now, I do not mean to be a pessimist, but it’s going to get a lot of worse before it gets better.
Since I joined Facebook, Twitter and Instagram way back 2009, this is the first time that I’ve deactivated.
She’s not a real friend, not anymore. Never really was.
In the memoirs of recovering addicts, there is a lot of talk about ‘rock bottom’. This magical, mystical place where (while drowning in life’s deepest piss barrel) you’re given a beautiful, simple moment of clarity.
The self-centered one. You only exist to validate them.
We travel to awaken. We travel to love. We travel for mankind.
You feel like you want to purge. Whether it’s old clothes, toxic beliefs, stale relationships or anything else, you’re ready to completely release whatever’s not serving you in favor of what could.
Look inside for happiness, not outside.
Interns make great prescription drug mules.
You’re not a superhero. Stop setting your expectations that high. Instead, let’s take a deep breath and work on incremental change — which everyone knows is the key to success in everything anyway.