The thing I know how to do best is to take care of myself.
Just communicate, dammit.
My lack of commitment is really connected to everything else.
I. Need. A. Break.
You could’ve at least said goodbye.
There’s something that keeps us holding on even when everything in our minds is telling us to just. let. go.
I mean, it’s killed all of mine.
Should I stay or should I go? Nah nah nah nah nah nah.
I’m trying to have faith, but I feel faithless.
When they show you who they are, believe them.
It was a seed. A freaking sesame seed.
It’s okay not to drive myself crazy, looking for certainty when there isn’t any.
Sometimes I overthink how weird it is that life is like this.
(In reality, it’s usually a small blip in a day that’s just another part of an average week.)
I was a brat, but thank god I listened.
Cry it out, sweetie. Cry it out.