All the people
I thought were made for me,
All the ones
I thought I’d always keep in touch with,
we fell out.
All the things
that used to hurt,
All the moments
I kept replaying in my head,
All the times
I thought I would always be weak,
I toughened up.
All my friends
I fell in love with and admired,
I’ve distanced myself from.
And all the ones
I thought I couldn’t live without,
yet I am still breathing.
the scary thing about dating is that you are either going to marry that person or break up
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
ways to give me anxiety:
- sit next to me while im on the computer
- say “i need to talk to you”
- read my messages and dont reply