Love is a choice. Love is the conscious, and partly unconscious, effort (and need) to be kind to someone, to not judge them, to make them happy when it is within your power to do so, to treat them exactly as you would want to be treated in any given situation. And, yes, sometimes you may fail at fulfilling these needs, but as a human being that is ( Read more... )

Sometimes I type "I love you" into the text box, and I pretend in my head that I sent it and you responded saying you love me too, but I actually just delete it and go back to whatever I was doing.

Just because I tell you things, it doesn't mean you own any part of me ( Read more... )

I know so many people. So. Many. People ( Read more... )

Sometimes I fucking hate myself because I can't function in normal situations. I have PTSD, and I don't talk about it to anyone I know really, but it is starting to cause so many fucking problems, especially with school ( Read more... )

I'm posting this here because I know there's little chance anyone will read it, and even if they do, no one on here will judge me ( Read more... )

Sometimes we need a friend ( Read more... )

It's the first time I've verbalized it,
But yeah, I hope it hurts
And I gotta forgive myself
For being human enough
To think it

we are such complicated beings.

and as frustrating as that is to come to terms with,

it is beautiful, still.

i stumble through life with a misplaced sense of desperation ( Read more... )