As I think hard about what I really want to do with my life. I realize that this is life. This is being alive. This is the point of this pointless journey. I don’t know what will happen next but I know you now and I know me now.
I have been that girl who made mistakes after mistakes, got myself humiliated, ashamed, heartbroken, and subsequently ruined my chances at happiness.
Smile whenever you can. Take it easy. Laugh. Make fun of yourself and enjoy every minute of this wonderful life. You will feel so much more positive, energized and even inspired.
It’s always because I’m a girl. Everything is because I’m a girl. I need manuals and instructions to breathe, to live, to please others because I’m a girl.
They assume we are commitment-phobic, emotionally troubled, too picky for our own good, easily bored. Or even worse, we are told we should settle down as soon as possible because once our beauty fades and our biological clock ticks, no man will even want us, as if beauty and giving birth is all what it is about women.
You constantly ask yourself: What’s the point of all this? What am I supposed to do? Who am I? and only silence answers you. Then the pizza delivery guy because f*ck this shit, you need to eat first.
Crushing on you means keeping a safe distance from you for fear of being rejected and because everything about you always feels unbearably too much.
This will be the revolution of my life. I will be brave today by living authentically, by doing whatever I feel like, by being me.
I tried to put on a smile, telling myself that I was just imagining things, that this was normal how things work these days.
All the butterflies, all the intense feelings, or even the tears. They were terrifying, yet wonderful, wonderful how life suddenly had colours, food tasted better and every little thing became more lively. It is like a reminder that it happened, it will happen again, there is something worth waiting for ahead and all I need is to be patient.