We’re all just a bunch of sad people doing what we have to do to make it until tomorrow.
We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.
We don’t focus too much on what isn’t working out in our lives. We focus on what is, and there’s a lot to be grateful for.
There will never be a maybe someday.
There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people you meet that you already know.
Sometimes we don’t get second chances. Sometimes things just end.[to Owen]
Sometimes people think if they love a broken person enough, they can be what finally repairs them, but the problem with that is the other person just ends up broken, too.
Sometimes I wonder if we’re all born with equal amounts of good and evil. What if no one person is more or less malevolent than another, and that we all just release our bad at different times, in different ways?
Sometimes even grown women need their mother’s comfort so we can just take a break from having to be strong all the time.
Shouldn’t there be more distaste in our mouths for the abusers than for those who continue to love the abusers?
She’s my person, and I am hers, and that’s something I’ve known since the first week we met.
Please don’t allow anyone to make you feel less than what you are.