“Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.”—
You don’t just find the right person. It’s more than just an attraction and a few conversations.
It’s about growing together. Learning each other and always exploring for more. It’s about seeing each other in different lights and digging deeper. It’s about experiencing new things and old things. It’s about forgiving and understanding.
Anyone can love another person.
Being in love takes time and equal effort to continuously make things work between two different people.
It’s about finding that balance. Its not expecting more than what the other is capable of but still keeping your value intact.
Love is just a word.
Feeling a connection and an attachment to another human is utterly indescribable.
I wonder what you might be like had you chosen a different path in life. A different lifestyle. Perhaps one without the drugs and alcohol. I can’t even picture what that might have been like for us. I tell myself that you’re a good person deep down. That you have a heart and a shred of selflessness. But I feel as though I’m only trying to convince myself. Trying to give myself a reason not to resent you or to feel hurt by you. The reality is that you’re a selfish and devastating hurricane of destruction destroying everything good in your path. Destroying everything in your life. You have nothing but a fine thread of family and friends that will surely disappear too, in time. Your life is pure chaos. You don’t have the slightest clue as to what life is like from a sober state. You’ve been there and it bores you. The alcohol and drugs ache and beg for you to take them back. Calling to your vulnerable mind. You can’t resist. You can’t help yourself. You return every time. At this point, I’m not sure if I ever really mattered to you. If we mattered to you. Or if we were just a prize you could showcase to make others envy you. Because we all know you love the attention. We were merely an accessory to you. You strategically picked us out when you felt like we were suitable that day. You loved to own the fact that you have children. But you didn’t love to own up to the responsibilities of being a good mother.
Everything that I try to convince myself of, is a lie. You’re not a good person. You have selfish intentions with every measly sentence that comes from your mouth. I can’t stand the thought of you anymore. You disgust me. You should be ashamed of the person that you are.
If you see someone living the life you don’t prefer to live, at this time or even down the line, don’t announce your judgement. Keep it to yourself and move on. Just because it’s not what you want, doesn’t mean that it’s not what that person wants.