You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
i thought i had a crush!! but it turned out to just be a 2 day long infatuation where i was actually just bored
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?