I think in everyone’s life, we all have that one person. He is that one person wasn’t ours, but we wanted so badly for him to be. He was almost everything we could have dreamed of.
[on the supermarket line] aw fuck this isn’t the cereal i wanted. [turns to lady behind me] can you believe i grabbed the wrong cereal? rip my spine out and just beat me with it i can’t believe i grabbed the wrong thing. just destroy my useless organs haha i’ve so scatterbrained lately
Fuck anyone who says I have to forgive everyone, “for my sake.” I worked hard for this anger. I worked hard to love myself enough to hate them.
Shit, yeah, this is a thing that is hard to articulate. Some people don’t feel healed by forgiving the people who hurt them, because that’s what they kept doing over and over and it only led to getting more hurt. Sometimes you feel healed when you’re finally brave enough to say “This person was horrible to me, and I did not deserve that treatment, and I don’t have to be okay with it.”