I don’t appreciate being passed up because something “better” came along.
Stop overthinking what you are about to say.
Around friends, we are the loudest ones. The ones who make the dumbest jokes. The ones who are the best storytellers.
Despite what your anxiety tells you, you are worthy of being loved.
Essentially what you should be asking yourself is who’s worth suffering for and what’s worth the pain? Essentially, life is more about picking your battles rather than avoiding them.
Date someone who admires quality above quantity. Someone who would rather have three real friends than a thousand friends who never talk about anything deeper than the weather.
Thank you for being a bitch with me. Thank you for hating the same people I hate, even if you have never met them before.
It doesn’t surprise me anymore when people hurt me.