A Reminder That It’s Perfectly Normal To Not Know Who You Are In Your 20s
That’s when I really broke down. Because I don’t know who I am anymore.
That’s when I really broke down. Because I don’t know who I am anymore.
You may not realize it yet, but you’re dodging a massive bullet.
After all the drama we’ve been through, all the damage we’ve inflicted on each other, all the destruction we’ve left in each other’s path, I know you’re not expecting me to thank you. Yet here I am, grateful.
She is uncertain if there is an oasis beneath her or only sharp edges.
I am the right girl at the wrong time. I am the one who teaches you to listen to the sound of your heartbeat, who proves that there are strangers out there who will fall in love with your smile, who opens your eyes to new possibilities.
You deserve someone who gives and receives enough love.
I am also glad I spent my time building a better life for myself. Because now I’m so happy around you, but I can also be happy without you.