No Shits To Be Given.

“Describe your style" 

Love is like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.

When the teacher groups you up with your friends for a project

Being heartless is so much easier

He seems to be doing fine without you, doesn’t he? Like all those memories, all that time spent together, was nothing. Do you see him continuing on with life as if nothing had ever happened? Or even worse, do you already see him flirting with other girls even though it’s only been a couple of days since you guys broke up? It’s okay, really. You don’t have to pretend to be fine. You don’t have to go on dates with boys you couldn’t care less about, and post pics with them on Instagram just to show him that you’re doing fine, too. You don’t have to look flawless every day with perfect make up and hair, and go to parties and pretend you’re having the time of your life, when all you’d rather be doing is sit at home with a carton of ice cream and watch sad movies. It’s okay to cry; it’s okay to miss him, go over pictures of you two. It’s okay to not delete those messages on your phone, contrast to what all the break up advices say. A broken heart needs time to heal, after all. And him? He will realise his mistake, I assure you baby. One day it will hit him that no, it’s not her that he’d rather wake up in bed with, but you. He’s going to realise that it’s not her fake blondes and highlights that he wants, but rather your soft brown hair that always reminded him of chocolates. Her strong perfume might have enchanted him momentarily, but he’s going to wake up one day and realise it’s the smell of your lavender shampoo he misses the most. So he’s going to come crawling back to you; one day you might wake up to a 3AM drunken text message from him; the boy who you cried your heart out for several months ago. You used to stay up till small hours, hoping against hope that he’d be thinking about you too at this time and send a message. All those late nights going over cute pictures of you two together, of late night conversations you two had shared. All those tears shed longing for him. By the time he reaches out for you again, you would have left all of it behind. So let yourself cry. Let yourself mourn and be heartbroken. Let your heart recover from the last time it was broken.

He seems to be doing fine without you, doesn’t he? Like all those memories, all that time spent together, was nothing. Do you see him continuing on with life as if nothing had ever happened? Or even worse, do you already see him flirting with other girls even though it’s only been a couple of days since you guys broke up? It’s okay, really. You don’t have to pretend to be fine. You don’t have to go on dates with boys you couldn’t care less about, and post pics with them on Instagram just to show him that you’re doing fine, too. You don’t have to look flawless every day with perfect make up and hair, and go to parties and pretend you’re having the time of your life, when all you’d rather be doing is sit at home with a carton of ice cream and watch sad movies. It’s okay to cry; it’s okay to miss him, go over pictures of you two. It’s okay to not delete those messages on your phone, contrast to what all the break up advices say. A broken heart needs time to heal, after all. And him? He will realise his mistake, I assure you baby. One day it will hit him that no, it’s not her that he’d rather wake up in bed with, but you. He’s going to realise that it’s not her fake blondes and highlights that he wants, but rather your soft brown hair that always reminded him of chocolates. Her strong perfume might have enchanted him momentarily, but he’s going to wake up one day and realise it’s the smell of your lavender shampoo he misses the most. So he’s going to come crawling back to you; one day you might wake up to a 3AM drunken text message from him; the boy who you cried your heart out for several months ago. You used to stay up till small hours, hoping against hope that he’d be thinking about you too at this time and send a message. All those late nights going over cute pictures of you two together, of late night conversations you two had shared. All those tears shed longing for him. By the time he reaches out for you again, you would have left all of it behind. So let yourself cry. Let yourself mourn and be heartbroken. Let your heart recover from the last time it was broken.