I am sitting on my couch. watching tv w my dog, house is cleaned, waiting for clothes to dry, and all I can think about is… I wish my sister was here. I wonder if she’d like my new place. would she still be in the same place? or would she have moved by now too? fuck. i miss her
being in a healthy relationship taught me that there’s no such thing as “this is who I am, take it or leave it”. when you genuinely love a person, you work on those toxic traits, u learn to communicate, u listen to each other’s feelings and encourage individuality.