I’m Finally Moving On, And Other Lies I Tell Myself To Help Me Forget About You
Maybe if I say “I’m moving on” enough, it’ll become the truth.
Maybe if I say “I’m moving on” enough, it’ll become the truth.
You and I won’t ever feel like we’re truly enough until we accept that we need to find the happiness within ourselves.
You don’t need everyone else to believe in you—you need to be the one to believe in you.
They’re part of exactly what makes me into me.
I deserve the same love I put into other people, and I deserve for it to come from myself.
With how hard I fought to keep you, to keep you happy, I should and could have been fighting for myself, for my own happiness.
I thought we would be close friends for such a long time.
Trust your judgment, trust what you believe, trust that you can accomplish your dreams. We’re our own worst enemies, but we can also be our own best friends.
Be yourself. Embrace your skillset and don’t let anyone tell you it’s not worth it.
I’m worth it, though. I’m worth my current friendships, I’m worth the love that I’m shown.