Tell me i'm the Problem...

“You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.”

“If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward you are always in the same place.”

“and I may not ever be good enough for you, but I sure as hell will give you every last piece of my goddamn heart. take me as you will.”

“It’s an awful feeling not knowing where you stand with someone.”

“I miss you, I don’t have a best friend anymore, sure I have close friends, but no one is there like we were for each other. I hope you miss me too.”

“I miss you. I won’t admit that to your face, or over text, but right now my heart feels like it’s shattering over and over again and I just want you right now.”

“What if someone who is so constant suddenly disappears out of your life? Maybe that’s why, I don’t like getting attached. I don’t like the idea of giving someone the power to destroy my heart by choosing to walk away. I want to guard my heart. I want to save myself.”

““My bones feel like glass and my lungs are always turning purple. I remember when I was younger my mother’s words cut my mind into pieces every time a bad decision would try to hold my hand. But somewhere in between me trying to find myself and trying to change myself for others, I realized that the bad decisions I’ve made have shaped me into a masterpiece that still needs to be carved along the edges. I hope one day my bones feel like stained glass in a cathedral because maybe then they’ll be more tolerable, and I hope my lungs don’t feel like they’re fighting a fucking storm,” she said”

“How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.”

“You’ve touched me without even touching me.”

“One of the best feelings is finding someone who really gets you. A person who lets you be vulnerable and honest. The kind of person who encourages you to push past your flaws because they accept you as you are. Someone who never tells you that you’re too much of this and too little of that. Because to them you’re just enough of everything they love.”

“There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything.”

“I can’t exactly describe how I feel, but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.”

He wasn’t a bad person. But if he isn’t bad I can’t hate him. And if I can’t hate him, I can’t move on.

“He told me that we couldn’t fix what was already broken. I told him that broken crayons still color. He said no one wants to deal with that. It’s much easier to just find new crayons. Throw the old ones away. And you wonder why I still feel like trash.”