none of this is about you

Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.

I am not afraid of an argument. Get emotional. Get angry. Spit language venom. Be unrelenting and cruel with your words if you feel you have to be. Because above all else I am terrified of the silence — of things becoming so bad between us there is no longer anything left worth fighting over.

It takes months to let things go. I really thought I let it go. But in that one second everything came rushing back faster than I thought was possible.

We want what we can’t have, we crave those who hurt us, and we desire the touch of those who reject us. Human nature: the kiss of death. It leads us all to suffering, and nothing but.