Barely breathing

I gave so many people love. But never myself

No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you.

Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.

We hold on so tightly, because we’re terrified of loss. We hold on till our hands bleed. And in that self-shattering persistence, we fail to see the answer: Just let go.

“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”

Feelings change - memories don’t.

Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world because even your own shadow leaves you when you are in darkness.

You’ll end up really disappointed if you think people will do for you as you do for them. Not everyone has the same heart as you.

I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve f**king thought of it.