Before you can live a part of you has to die. You have to let go of what could have been, how you should have acted and what you wish you would have said differently. You have to accept that you can’t change the past experiences, opinions of others at that moment in time or outcomes from their choices or yours. When you finally recognize that truth then you will understand the true meaning of forgiveness of yourself and others. From this point you will finally be free.
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
we are all guilty of it, I know.
but I will forever and ever hate it.
second runner up: ambiguity