Every person I’ve ever loved has some how become toxic to me. A living, breathing reminder of why I was always better off alone. I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.

“Stop thinking, ‘Once I’ve got more time, I’ll be happier.’ Stop believing, 'When I’ll earn more money, I’ll be happier.’ Stop depending your happiness on things that might happen in your future. Because you already have everything you need to make every day count; yourself. And I know that sometimes trying to be happy means fighting every single day, against our inner demons and while it is easy to not change anything, deciding to do so is hard.”