It was never about impressing anyone. I just want this space to make you feel less alone, less like you’re the only one asking the hard questions.

It was never for them, it has always been for you— for the ones who get it.

like everything else in life, not everything is bound to last forever… and maybe it shouldn’t.

If you’re scared of feeling something real, then no.

And I mean really real— the good, the bad, and all of the in between.

It is if you stop waiting for someone else to give it to you.

First, stop letting her run the damn show.

Love or loneliness? A total mind fuck.

Love scars? Do they disappear? And do they need to?

How do you know?

Toxic relationships— what a trip, huh?

It’s more than okay to let go.

Self love is one needy bitch.