And in the end, we were all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
Sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life that you expect it to always be there. Because you can’t remember a time in your life when it wasn’t, but then one day you feel something else. Something that feels wrong, only because it’s so unfamiliar. Then, in that moment, you realize you’re happy.
There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.
Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
Recognized my self-worth so I can finally stop blaming myself.
"Fight for what you want"
“Things worth having don’t come easy”
“Never give up on what you want”
“Nothing is worse than regret”
Sick of these dumb ass, unrealistic, optimistic bullshit quotes. I am not trying to be negative, just realistic. These quotes are the reasons why people end up hurting themselves, because they try so hard just to reach disappointment. Sometimes you can’t keep fighting for what you want because you know deep down you will never get it. Things worth having don’t come easy because that’s just life and life sucks. Sometimes you have to give up on what you want, not because you’re weak, but because they don’t want it. And you shouldn’t regret something in life you once wanted. Life is too fucking short to waste your time and effort on something when you’re the only one trying. Look at it as a lesson learned, move the fuck on and enjoy life before it’s too late.
Long story short: Don’t stick around waiting for him or her or anything to recognize your worth. If they are too blind to see that you are a good person, let it be his or her loss.
Life is too ironic, it takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence.
I can’t blame you for leaving. I’ve fucked up way too many times. Just know that I’m still in love with you so I’ll continue to pretend that I’m fine.
That’s the shittiest thing about these illnesses. You often can’t discern if your thoughts are your disorder taking over, or if it’s actually you.