In my next life I want to be a black bookstore cat.
Half my day would be spent sleeping in a warm sunny spot and half would be spent jumping out at people and scaring them half to death
being a pet parent means having an unspoken agreement that if your pet falls asleep in a funny posture, you are required by law to take at least three photos from different angles.
Some men really don’t know what to do with a woman that genuinely enjoys her own company. You can’t punish her by not texting. You can’t scare her with distance. You can’t make her chase you by acting funny. She will notice the energy changed, adjust accordingly, and go find something to watch.
My final act of love is letting you go. No calls, no texts, no checking your name. I promise you're free now, free from my need for communication, attention, effort, and hope that you'd change or care more. You can finally have the life you wanted without me.