What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else.
I feel so fucking tired of myself lately.
Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
It will hurt until it doesn’t anymore. There will be days where you feel like the walls have caved in and the air is too heavy. You might not get out of bed. You will feel as though you are broken beyond repair. But you aren’t. You are still here. Things will get better. Your heart will heal. You will get stronger. You’ll be okay.
I want to marry you and annoy you for the rest of your life.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider.
I hate it when men make unsolicited comments about a woman’s body. Like “she’s got a nice shape but she needs to tighten up her stomach”
How about you tighten up your lips and never speak again you ignorant shit.
Wow maybe you need to accept constructive criticism jesus christ.
Men telling me (or any other woman) what I need to do for them to find me sexually attractive is not constructive criticism.