Everybody is like
let’s talk to Emily’s boyfriend while she’s gone, let’s like all his photos and posts and be whores.
Boyfriend is ignorant to their whore ways, says girlfriend is looking too much into things.
Well, don’t be flaunting that you’re alone and uploading cute photos of yourself and trying to get people to talk to you.
Fuck all this.
I need to see a therapist or get a punching bag.
I have discovered
So… not that I see you often, dear, but I think I will now also see you even less. Sorry. It’s not me, it’s you.
Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you- it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you… Hopefully, you leave something good behind.
The act of living is lethal.
You forget that even the strongest person to ever live had a weakest day of their life.
Don’t be proud of it.
It doesn’t hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And when that happens, that part of you goes numb. That’s why it doesn’t hurt.
If you want to make someone cry, make them think of every person who hurt them.
If you want to destroy someone, make them think of every person who they have hurt.