I've Got Feelings Too.

And the fuck of it all is that I should be happy that he’s with someone other than you, anyone other than the woman that I’m so in love with. But instead, I felt sick about it. Sick. Sick that he wasn’t treating you right, even though him treating you right might mean I could never have you again.

In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.

There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.

You keep going on about acceptance,“ he accused, “you say, ‘everyone deserves love’.” “Then you go home and pick yourself apart. You say you hate yourself like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that you deserve love too? Can’t you see it’s a most painful irony; to promote self love in others, and deny that gentleness for yourself?