As happy as I am for them, it’s also hard to always be happy for someone else when you just want to be happy yourself.
relationships and dating
Thank you for rejecting me. It might have hurt, but it didn’t hurt as much as silence. It didn’t hurt as much as staring at my phone with a lump in my throat wondering why I haven’t heard back from him.
We cover up pieces of ourselves and unveil them little by little, until he can finally see there is no such thing as the ‘cool girl’ because we’re all a little bit crazy.
Introverts have an uncanny ability to live inside their minds, and because of this, it is a constant battle between idealism and reality.
I was hungry for his attention and longing for his presence. His indifference starved and weakened me. And when others stepped in and attempted to remove my shackles, I only latched them on tighter – after all, these people weren’t him.
I was not your person. I was never meant to be. In all honesty, I think you meant more to me than I did to you. Which is fine. Maybe it needed to be this way.
The ‘What’s Up’ Dude: He asks you this question often and in a variety of ways. What’s up? Wassup? What’s going on? How’s things? He doesn’t not know how to have an actual conversation. He checks in fairly regularly. Sometimes these messages arrive at booty call times. Sometimes they arrive when you are procrastinating at work and you reply. “Nm. U?” He says “Same,” then nothing else until the next “What’s up?”
An age-old tale. Couple gets together. Couple goes strong. Couple gets three years in, isn’t living together, and one party is v concerned that their relationship is going nowhere and that the second party is pulling away from them.
I have realized that my worth is not measured by how many times someone swipes right to me, or how many dates I go on, or how many people I can talk to. My worth is measured by my own actions, feelings, and thoughts. It is measured by my hopes, dreams, and aspirations. It is measured by my kindness to others and my wonder about the world.