Why We Should Stop Talking About ‘Quarter Life Crisis’
Write your own, don’t rush it. Keep on proofreading before you publish it.
Write your own, don’t rush it. Keep on proofreading before you publish it.
I know I deserve better, but you hurt me so good. Somewhere inside me I think I deserve the cruelty and the abuse. You’ve convinced me that I don’t deserve more, and all I am good for is my exterior.
Bittersweet is the amount of times you screwed up, and the amount of lessons you learned in the process.
I was scared that someone would know my “secret” and would force me to go to therapy where they would force me to gain weight.
My friend who believes in the power of moon and signs thinks the reason we feel so frozen, in the air this week is because we are at the end of a circle.
You create your own luck. I’d never thought of it in precisely those terms before, yet I liked the sound of it. I knew it to be true.
The world was blurry, your lungs full, nothing made sense. How did you get here? Where are your friends? What day is it? You could never forget noticing the used condom on the ground, or noticing there was someone in front of you, and he was rolling on another one.
In my eyes, the most significant aspect of mental health disorders is that no person’s symptoms are exactly like another’s – yet there is still a common ground that we can all relate to – pain. Pain is shared experience.
I would smile and pretend those snippets of “advice” weren’t just veiled criticisms, that I wasn’t utterly mortified every time sometime came up to me and mentioned my skin, that I didn’t feel completely humiliated about the way their words suggested that I was somehow at fault for not taking better care of myself.
Call me an irrational optimist, but I feel that dating apps work against fate and force things that are supposed to happen naturally.