My life is a constant series of getting smacked in the face with disappointment, being told “no”, unexpected problems that make me want to give up on everything and yet I still roll with the punches and figure out a way to come out of it all in one piece. I am most familiar with struggle. My life is far from glamorous, perfect, convenient, or planned. But I’m alive and moving. And that’s something.
"She moved on and I feel sorry for you, because she overlooked your flaws, your temper, your selfishness, your inability to love anyone but yourself. She could have anyone in the world, but she still chose you every time. All you are now is a crease in her past, a scar on her chest, a memory that fades faster than a photograph of you in a sealed box, hidden. Maybe now she will fight for someone who loves her, instead of someone who sucks the life out of her, never satisfied, even with her beating heart in his greedy hands."
"You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth."