Dreaming to be a dreamer

First therapy session today and it was exactly what was needed. Hoping it goes well

If the world was ending and you’d ask me to wait for you instead of saving myself, I would have waited for you to come first.

That moment in a book where reality hits too close and you have to keep it down,close your eyes, will yourself to pick it back up because not knowing the ending is going to make it worse

The best way to start reading again is to get your heart broken. 7 books in a month. Onto my 8th. Must be some kind of a record in itself.

Desperately want to write the annual new year diary and yet everytime I try, I come up empty. Who knew self reflection can be so hard?!

The inability to make even the simplest of decisions is going to be the death of me someday.

What is love? Why is love? Why do I care if a grown ass adult had dinner and went to sleep on time? Or had a good day or not? What is this weird form of obsessive care?

How do you even know you're in a relationship??

There are a few things I hate more than anything else. Falling in love is one of them

I hate when the wanting starts to show. When I want to know every little thing about their lives. When I want to stay close to them almost in a desperate sort of a way. It's scary and it's insane and unfortunately it is who I am.

Who said words don't matter? Has the person you love ever said I love you back?

It's NaPoWriMo again and I'm once again dealing with the constant pressure of writing. Self inflicted pressure of writing a poem a day. Even though I love it. And it doesn't have to be any good. I don't know what I even expect from it other than the fact that I love to write. Maybe this is what I'm doing right now- writing. Not a poem for sure. But it does count for something I guess.

Dating me is waking up with random messages telling you little things I loved about you because I kept replaying that thing in my mind and couldn't sleep until I tell you how that made me feel