I am so jealous of people who always have people. Wanna call someone? They have people. Need help with something? They have people. Wanna go out? They have people. Don't wanna go out? They still have people who'll come over. They just somehow have people. For everything.
women will never admit what the fuck they did to you. but they’ll run around telling everyone how crazy and fucked up you acted after they destroyed you.
for your own sanity, you gotta accept the situation and move on. not everything will end the way you hoped, and not everyone will give you the explanation or closure you deserve. sometimes, you have to stop asking why things happened, stop waiting for people to change, and stop holding on to possibilities that no longer serve you. acceptance doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt or that you’re suddenly okay with everything. it means choosing your peace over the exhausting habit of fighting reality.