Friday, 03 August 2012
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I hate every part of my body.
I get paranoid sometimes, and I’m convinced everyone hates me, my therapist says I have social anxiety, I think I’m just smart enough to know the face of human nature is so horrifyingly ugly.

When people say to me, “You haven’t changed” I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

Sometimes I just long to have someone, someone who wants me, who longs to see me, to talk to me, someone who plays with my hair and cups my chin in their hands, someone who will give me their sweatshirts and shirts to sleep in, sprayed with their cologne, someone who will spend their days with me watching Disney movies, going on adventures, playing guitar and hiking, sometimes, I just want someone to listen, to care, to pursue me, to make me laugh, to tell me everything’s going to be OK, and to remind me that I’m loved.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

I don’t mind if we take our time, I’m all yours if you’re all mine.

If you did not see it with your own eyes or hear it with your own ears, don’t invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.

You got to love rumors, you find out stuff about yourself you didn’t know.

I don’t really know where I’m going, but I hope I go far.

And then I told her to her face, if everyone was like you, the world would be a better place.

He asked her what her scars were from, she told him they were battle wounds, and when he asked who she was battling, she replied, “myself.”

We shouldn’t waste energy worrying about things that may never come to pass. Focus on the now and stop with the “what if”.

It’s nice when someone remembers small details about you, not because you keep reminding them, but because they actually care.

How my brain works; utterly obsessed, or uninterested.

It’s hard to watch people change right in front of you, but the hardest part is remembering who they used to be.

Never let people get to you. They can’t pull the trigger if you don’t hand them the gun.

I’d rather have an enemy who admits they hate me, than to keep a “friend” whose mission is to put me down secretly.

Nobody wants to hear this but sometimes, the person you want the most is the person you’re best without.

Sometimes, there are things that are worth the chance, and when you find them, nothing else in the world even matters.

Each new day is another chance to change your life.

Today I’m happy because, I don’t have any reason not to be.
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