They want you around to complain with them. They want you to suffer in the same ways they have to feel less alone.
Whenever something goes right in your life, you never take a second to stop and celebrate. Instead, you think of all the ways things could go wrong in the future and stress yourself out when you should be relaxing.
I wish I could say everything will be okay as soon as you are officially out of my life — but that is not the truth.
I am slowly learning your twenties are supposed to be confusing. They are supposed to make you question yourself.
I will act heartless in order to protect myself. I will use sarcasm as a defense mechanism. I will push people away when they hover too close. I will act like someone means nothing to me when they secretly mean the world.
I am making fewer complaints. I am criticizing my reflection less. I am learning to change the pieces of myself that are adjustable and appreciate the pieces I am unable to nudge.
I might not be happy this way, but I’m certainly comfortable this way.
I have no idea how I’m supposed to get other people to like me when I struggle to like myself.
It takes so much courage and strength to live with anxiety. It takes so much work.
I’m sorry that I become quiet for seemingly no reason. That I go straight from laughing out loud and joking around with you to giving one-word answers and swearing I’m fine.