Cheers.

There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace.

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

The thoughts in my head are so loud that I can’t hear myself think.

I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.

I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

Forgive yourself for accepting less than you deserved - but don’t do it again.

I hope you get where you’re going, and be happy when you do.