yeah breakups hurt, but have you ever been a super talkative, enthusiastic person but slowly over the years and after trauma you watch yourself become more quieter and quieter to the point where that enthusiastic bubbly person just isn't who you are anymore?
It sucks that you have to “get ready for bed” right before going to bed. I wish I could brush my teeth and wash my face at like 6pm and then just snack and watch movies til I fuckin drop
I was in love once-properly in love. It was a perfect storm, ‘he said one thing, I said another, and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.’ And when it ended, the pain was beyond anything I could ever describe. It drove me out of my mind and out of my home, and it took me years-honestly, years-to recover. But looking back, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’d risk all that heartache again just to feel that way once more. Most of us would. We gamble everything for love because, at the end of the day, it’s the only thing that truly matters. It’s the most potent medicine, the most important nutrient. The ultimate cure.