I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then. Advertisements
This used to be my wedding anniversary. Now it’s just wednesday. A happy wednesday.
Every morning, I try to remember: I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become.
Everything that happened to me shaped me as a person. It should have given me a sense of hope. But I just feel terrified knowing that not everything is what it seems.
There will always be choices being made. …but taking them back shouldn’t be the end of the world.
There are more people like me. Living life like I did. Like I do. When I remember that I know I am not just a me, I’m a we. And I try to remember I am not alone.
There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. When you are watching your whole world fall apart and and all you can do is stare.
My world would be easier if you didn’t come back. But it wouldn’t be my world without you in it.
The way to get over you, isn’t by hooking up with some random guy or pretending like we didn’t happen. You and I loved each other. And then you broke my heart. I’ve been doing everything possible not to face that fact. I’m gonna kiss somebody someday, and when I do, it’ll be for me. […]
It’s no use to deny the past. It is a part of me and it will always be.