I’d rather be lonely than happy with somebody else
I guess to some extent, you get used to being alone. You get used to not expecting phone calls & having nothing to do at night. You don’t expect to turn around to open arms any longer. The small sounds of him have been replaced by silence. Your thoughts echo through your head, with no one to share them with. All in all, being alone isn’t terrible, it just hurts like hell.
A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.
Every single one.
The guy you’re really supposed to be with can be standing right in front of you and you don’t even notice because you’re too distracted by the one you think you’re supposed to be with.
She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life
but actually plaid button up shirts with the sleeves rolled to the elbows are universally attractive