sometimes i feel so unlike myself for so long it feels like there isn't a self to return to
If you want to be happy, you have to be happy on purpose. When you wake up, you can't just wait to see what kind of day you'll have. You have to decide what kind of day you'll have
The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward
I nod, sip my tea, thinking about how hard it is to really truly connect with another human being
In his mind, he’s lost. Floating through time and space; weightless and isolated from the slice of life he’s been served. He’s not hungry for reality right now. He wonders if he ever will be.
And in the empty spaces of waiting for a response, I understood the meaning of being alive but never truly feeling life. Everything feels just a little prettier when you realize it will end. Coherency was never my strong suit. Yet, even through my winded ramblings, you found straight lines.