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No matter how many times my heart aches, I hope I can always still love.

I was wasting my time because I was watching someone make the same exact mistake over and over again and getting worse and worse. He had no hope and no drive of being anymore. I couldn’t watch that and I couldn’t be around it anymore. It is true devastation giving up.

The saddest part was not being able to do anything.

I have too many thoughts and I don’t know where to start and too many feelings to even be able to process. Then, I just start writing. Or typing. Letting it out.

It’s not about me. But it really is and that’s where I don’t know how to be because I only want to make people happy. And that is the hardest job I will ever have. I have some people that hate me, but I would like to think I have more people that love me. People truly love me because of who I am and accept me for who I am. And know that I’m always going to fuck up, but I will learn from it and will try my hardest to make it up. But all I ask is for forgiveness. Over and over again. I love y’all. I hope you know who you are because there probably aren’t a-lot of you out there. To the others, I didn’t ghost you because I left angel dust your way where you can follow the right path. Sincerely, Me

Life is too short to not live. It can be taken away at any moment.

I’m in love with the man who gave me ptsd. And now he is helping me through it. How fucked up is that?

I don’t get hurt by words.

Trying to figure out who to blame doesn’t give me any peace. Finding the solution does.

Don’t fake your own feelings based on biased or negative influences, but instead, tap into how you actually feel without any persuasion.

I hate how good my heart is.

The world is brain washed by great marketing strategies.

Multiple people broke me from 2016 to 2020. It’s okay. Happiness grows from experiencing terrible shit. Been there, done that. Ready to let go again.