Love and Relationships
You’re just tired and a little lost, trying to figure out how everything in your own life falls together.
Love is not a prison.
I promised myself I wouldn’t be this girl. The kind of girl who get so broken when someone breaks her heart. The one that can’t function right when the one person she potential saw herself with doesn’t see it at all.
I always figured by the time I would turn 21, I would feel so adult. So grown up. So put together. But to be honest, I’m 24 and I don’t feel like that at all.
I’ll never understand why you have to send less emojis so you don’t sound too excited.
You grew distant. So did I. Sometimes we’d go days without saying anything at all. It felt like there was something hiding in that silence, but I was never able to put my finger on it. I think there are some things I’ll never be able to describe in words.
He always picks the restaurant. He always picks the movie. And he’s the only one who ever orgasms.
It’s okay to wallow. To have a few days of doing nothing, of feeling empty. You’re allowed to be upset. You’re allowed to feel heartbroken. You’re allowed to be angry. Just because it wasn’t ever official doesn’t change the fact that there was something there. Just because it wasn’t ever official doesn’t mean you didn’t feel it. That maybe love was knocking on your door.
He said something like “we don’t have to do this” so I reassured him that the night had to end with him inside me and asked that he please shut his mouth and fetch me some more wine.
These guys are cowards. And they don’t deserve my strength and my vulnerability and my beauty. So I think, I’m giving up. Not forever. But for now. I’m so tired of trying so hard with little success. I’m so tired of wanting love so badly, and never even getting to the dating part.