When you’re growing up, you go through a series of misjudgments. Not bad choices, but wrong choices. People make mistakes. We all fuck up.
He is never going to call me because he doesn’t need me and that’s just facts. I’m not delusional. I get it, ok?
We’re still friends. I don’t know. I just have to get rid of these stupid feelings. FUCKING GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD! GO!
I’ve realized I can only run so far away before I’m right back where I started. Took me years of running around in circles to figure out I was just running around in circles. So, even though I still feel like it sometimes, I don’t run away anymore.
I was looking at the cake and couldn’t think of a thing to wish for.
All I asked for was a conversation, but you never had time for me.
The idea of overcoming is always fascinating to me. It’s fascinating because few of us realize how much energy we have expended just to be here today. I don’t think we give ourselves enough credit for the overcoming.
Guess it’s called Slow Dance for a reason. I’ve barely had half a glass.
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