I’m ready for more. I’m ready for new experiences. I’m ready for adventure. I’m ready for expansion. I’m ready for growth.

I wake up missing you. I go through the whole day trying my best to not think about you. But I fail, I fail every single time. Sometimes I allow myself to daydream about you and the moments we shared. Somewhere along the line I gave up on the possiblilty of not missing you. It’s become a part of my day, a painful reminder that you won’t ever love me, that you don’t want me, that I mean nothing to you whilst you mean the world to me. So I cry. I ache. I hurt. I feel my heart break. And I do it every single day, over and over again.

The version of you right now is deserving of love. Not you two years ago when you had more of your shit together, or the five years later version where you’ll surely be thriving. The version of you right now. The one that might just be okay, or is really struggling, or is bored and unproductive. That version deserves love. Having trouble accepting this is fine, but actively denying it is not. Your value is intrinsic, and finding confidence in that is mandatory.

someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow

thank you to all the followers who give me that 1 note on my text posts