When Your Diagnosis Feels Like A Death Sentence
How do you turn around a week later and attempt to put into words the emptiness that now replaces every single bit of positivity you once felt?
How do you turn around a week later and attempt to put into words the emptiness that now replaces every single bit of positivity you once felt?
If another woman appears to be more attractive, intelligent, is in a relationship while you aren’t; fill in the blank, our culture tells us we need to do whatever we can do to beat or outmaneuver them in order to validate our own personal sense of self-worth.
Call me selfish- I sure as hell know I am.
Call me whatever you please, but I am choosing to be a voice.
I am so grateful. For you. For our car rides together. Our chats over a beer. Our shared laughter.
I like having someone to text nothing to.
You have great stories. Your impulses lead you to the strangest and most unusual situations. Your life feels like a movie and you have an entertaining anecdote for essentially any occasion.
I want you to stop being sweet and kind and loving and thoughtful. I want you to treat me in a way that doesn’t make every part of my being feel overwhelmed with love and admiration and gratitude and appreciation. And when I hear myself think that, I can’t help but feel that I don’t deserve you at all.
If you’ve ever kissed another human being, you know that the moment before contact is the most urgent, the most quiet, the most anticipated. It is the last inhale before diving under water. It is all momentum. It is all impulse.
You turned the girl who always saw the good in people into a girl who couldn’t trust anyone. I was afraid to love in any way, shape, or form for fear of feeling like this—so completely broken.
Can a girl and a boy remain friends without sex? Do guys really make friends just for sex?