So annoyed when people get mad at me because I’m mad at them.
Bro, if you had not done something wrong to begin with, we wouldn’t be in this situation, so go ahead and be mad at YOSELF!
I used to think it took a lot to fall out of love.
I realized it only takes acknowledging you need more.
sitting here wednesday morning signing petitions on Change.org pretending i’m helping and shit.
Bad things happen. Things you think you’re breathing life into by fixating on so much — Like, somehow, worrying about it will increase the probability of it happening to you.
And then these things happen. After you’ve worried about and cried over and struggled with them, and they’re just as horrible as you imagined - just as crippling - for awhile. And then they fade and wear. They pass and you pass by, looking back occasionally and shrugging a little uncomfortably at that part of your story, but always moving forward and away. Closer to something else.