I Am Struggling To Keep My Standards High
I act like my standards are high, like I am the pickiest person in the world, but in reality it does not take all that much to make me happy. My expectations are relatively low.
I act like my standards are high, like I am the pickiest person in the world, but in reality it does not take all that much to make me happy. My expectations are relatively low.
It feels like they are saying you do not matter enough for me to change. I do not love you enough to get help. I do not care about you enough to start caring about myself.
I wish I was someone who could forgive and forget, someone who could say the pain you brought me was a lesson I am lucky to have learned — but that is not the case.
Every time I come close to letting you back into my world, you do something stupid.
I am slowly learning to keep my standards high — while also remembering to be realistic.
When she goes out of her way to do something nice for you, don’t act like she owed it to you. Don’t act like you were deserving of it.
She deserves more than an almost. More than a maybe. More than the occasional good morning text.
You don’t get to pick and choose when to pay attention to me.
Don’t complain about how we never talk anymore if you haven’t been picking up the phone and texting me either.
Being comfortable means that you don’t freak out when they take too long to answer a text.