To The Guys Who Treat Girls Like Just Another Notch On Their Bedpost
Thank you for showing me that I can get back up after I get pushed to the ground and be stronger for it. Thank you for giving me hope for the future.
Thank you for showing me that I can get back up after I get pushed to the ground and be stronger for it. Thank you for giving me hope for the future.
You’ve probably always wished that you weren’t so sensitive and did not have to feel everything so deeply.
You send her more texts, trying to sound cool. But you are so drunk, you don’t realize those “few” texts were actually about 40. And you panic and try to fix the situation.
You’ll realize missing me is the worst pain. Not because I hurt you. Because you chose to walk away.
I don’t forgive you. I thought I did, but I don’t.
Disclaimer: My boyfriend and I are definitely going to get married. A large family is in our future. But I’m 24, he’s 27, and we are both getting started in our careers. We want to have kids, but not yet.
What kind of community can you build when you only notice or pay attention to half of it?
You’ll learn that the choice of who you want to sleep with and when you’re ready is entirely yours and no one else’s.
If I opt for the holding on exit, the destination will be a dormant river of awaiting miracle and if I opt for the letting go exit, it will lead me to an ocean of acceptance eventually to a whirlpool of despair.
Tears lined the toilet seat as I begged my body to keep fighting, as I threw up but couldn’t see the outlines of the pills I had consumed.