maturing is realizing none of us are easy to be with. It's about who's willing to stay committed to understanding you and actually wants to grow with you.
gentle love is so weird, like wdym you’re not mad at me because i’m overthinking, wdym you're not mad at me because i’m reacting badly. i expect you to get annoyed but you don’t. you’re just patient and not bothered at all. no one’s ever loved me like this
i don't know who needs to hear this but in order to become a better person, you must first realize how horrible you really are. not in the dramatic sense, but in the quiet ways you sabotage yourself, repeat unhealthy patterns, hurt people who care about you, or tolerate what wounds you. you cannot grow if you keep pretending you’re innocent in the story you created