you're so right.

You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.

It’s ironic how our hearts can still get hurt by something we’ve seen coming.

You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.

Alcohol makes you feel the way you should feel without alcohol.

Darling, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t think about you at night, he doesn’t see your face in a crowded room. He forgot the color of your eyes, even though he told you he had never seen something that beautiful. He doesn’t talk about you and about how bad he misses you. He doesn’t remember what it feels like to kiss your lips. Sweetheart, he doesn’t care about you, and you chasing him, only makes his ego bigger and your pride smaller. He doesn’t love you anymore. I’m so sorry.

No matter how educated, talented, rich or cool you believe you are, how you treat people ultimately tells all.

I turned off my phone Because I could not Handle the certainty That you were not Even trying to talk To me.

I felt like I wasn’t enough for a very long time, and then somehow I just decided that I was. And I decided that I was enough for me and if I wasn’t enough for him at the time, it wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t his fault either. And it still is nobody’s fault when I don’t fit with another person. Love is beautiful and soft and achy and harsh and I think I’ve decided that not many people deserve to make me feel those things. I think I decided who I’m going to let destroy me and who I’m not. You and I, we deserve that much, don’t you think? I have weak moments constantly. I’m still drowning in love that may or may not return but has been absent for years. Absolutely drowning in it. But I am enough for me and you are enough for you. And whoever is coming or coming back, whoever is for us, we will be enough for them too

Wake up early tomorrow. Eat a good breakfast. Do your hair and makeup and put on a kick-ass outfit. Buy your cup of coffee and enjoy every sip of it. Go to work, make that money, and learn something new in the process. Nourish. Grow. Inspire. Self-destruction is not an option. And let every choice you make be a brick in the foundation of rebuilding yourself.

It terrifies me how talented you are at turning your emotions on and off. How you can be so kind and loving one moment then cold like ice the next. Whenever you open your mouth, I never know whether it’s going to be I love you or It’s over.