I’ve learnt that you don’t always have to be a people person, you don’t always have to be up for adventures and little get togethers, if you’re exhausted, let your body rest. Stop keeping up with the world, take care of yourself before anything. If time is necessary to heal take as much as it requires, if surviving becomes hard slow your pace but don’t stop, never stop.

I know how it feels to live on the verge of not wanting to be alive. Constantly trying to convince yourself to exist when your brain goes fuck this no.

I’ve made an interesting observation. People think of you only if you come up on their timelines often.

You know what we never recovered from? Your lies.

One year, one year since I woke up to a life changing news, one year since I made a choice to let go. One year of struggle, depression. One year of running in circles. One year since I’ve last been okay.

You and what we had is something I’ll forever look for, I miss everything I used to feel because now that those feelings aren’t there anymore; I feel so very empty. You took me from myself and I’m nothing but the skin of what I used to be.

Loneliness runs though my veins as waves crash and kiss my toes. What a rhythmic combination of emptiness.