You Knew The Heartbreak Was Coming, But Still You Hoped
“We could just be friends.” That tells you everything. Everything you could possibly need to know. Everything you saw coming. Everything you want to be wrong; some kind of mistake.
“We could just be friends.” That tells you everything. Everything you could possibly need to know. Everything you saw coming. Everything you want to be wrong; some kind of mistake.
I hate that you live in me now. I hate that I see you when I look at my reflection and wonder what you have that I don’t.
The world owes you nothing.
Just because I am genuinely interested in who you are as a person, it doesn’t mean I want to hook up with you.
I know I’m not alone in this process. I know a lot of you reading this have done the same thing. You might even be doing it right now.
It’s a daily struggle. Sometimes I look at myself and think I’m not sick enough.
There’s nothing left inside of me for you. If you cut a small hole somewhere between my ribs and peeked inside you’d see an empty chamber. You’d see right through me to a xylophone of vertebrae.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a place where something horrible happened once, but lots of those places have a weird feeling about them.
I’m done with having people tell me how special I am, how great I am at this and that, only be left wondering how I would possibly mean so much to people when their actions speak far louder than their words.
If you’re feeling needy you have been handed down by divine grace the single best opportunity to confront your past and reclaim your life.