Meet some of your closest friends. One by one they’ll get more tired and more drunk, but you’ll stay weirdly sober. By the end, you’ll see who likes whom, and you’ll see that everybody likes you but nobody loves you. Go home.
Say, ‘I love you’ more often. Especially to the people who deserve it.
You see, I like change – when I am the one deciding just how and when it is going to happen.
My eyes are open and now I know the kind of mess you are. A beautiful mess that does not know what to do with a heart full of love.
I can blame the distance for us not working out, but the truth is, you just weren’t ready for me
You’re the hardest breakup I ever had.
But I will, when I’m weak, pray if I can, pray for you, pray for humility and guidance and the strength to accept God’s will and plan. Tell him my dreams but recognize his authority and superior planning skills.
I remember being told how crying is like breathing for me. That is true. I am such an emotional person. But that doesn’t mean I am not strong. I have always been and that’s for sure.
Being on this list feels like suffocation. The panic attacks consist of fainting and death fighting to see who can squeeze my lungs tightest.
Thrill. You automatically know what you’re doing is wrong. You’re only lying to yourself by feigning innocence.