I’m still trying to pick myself up from the last time i fell. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this

After 216 month i’ve finally realized that it’s okay to be sad when other people are happy, it’s okay to be happy when other people are sad. It took six thousand, five hundred and seventy days for me to be okay with people leaving, for me to accept that that’s just the way life has to be at times. Sometimes the people we love leave, sometimes we only see, that we loved them after they’re already gone. And after 157785 hours i’ve decided that i’m ok with that. This is the way things are, i’ve also realized that maybe; just maybe, the people that matter will never really leave you. and i’m okay with that too.

There was a time when i wasn’t like this

i don’t understand how my room gets so messy when i literally sit in one spot with my laptop all day

It’s better to love someone who’s far and craves to be with you than to love someone who’s near yet doesn’t even care to see you

not living with you was the hardest thing i’ve ever done. but at least i have someone who loves me by my side, you should find someone who loves you too.