Why do we think cheating on each other is okay? Why is it so “normal” nowadays to hear about someone not being able to stay faithful? Don’t be in a relationship if you can’t just be with that person, have some decency.
Being cheated by someone you trusted is ten times worse than being cheated by someone you distrusted. – Michael Lipsey
“It’s not your fault that I have been betrayed before, but I wish you understood that it’s hard for me to let my walls down.”— Things I realized when I couldn’t let people in, part IV
I love talking to myself she gets me
“I miss everyone I haven’t lost yet, I miss them already. My chest aches, veins puckering in pain. Abandonment issues. Daddy issues. Trust issues. I am made up of so many missing parts sometimes it feels like my skin is see-through. Like everyone can see my brain pumping rotten thoughts through my entire being, and it’s terrifying. Like a black hole is not swallowing but birthing me at all times and I never quite reach the surface of anything tangible, like I never quite start manifesting at all. Made of missing parts, a missing picture on the puzzle box, a “Nobody invited her, who is she?” “Where did she come from?” “Does she even know anything?” “Does she even know what she wants? Who she is?” I miss everyone I haven’t met yet. I miss the child I never quite got to be. I miss my dad. I miss the missing parts making up my sorry excuse of a mind. There is more missing, there is more emptiness than there is. There it is, everything that is missing. There it is. And I’m not here anymore. Not in my childhood home’s garden. Not by the sea. Not in your arms. I’m not there anymore.”— MISSING!
“You’ve made me doubt love. You’ve made me doubt everything. Your lies spin in my head all day, ‘How did you not see it coming,’ ‘Why didn’t you see the signs,’ I blame myself for your mess. Your lies I trusted with my dying breath. You never said you were sorry. You never tried to explain. You just left when you got busted with not so much as a goodbye. Just suddenly, you were no longer a part of my life.”— Maybe you were a catalyst for my growth, or maybe you were nothing but lies and pain from the start. ( @humanhealing )
“‘Why do you write sad things?’ he asked. ‘When I am here, when I love you.’ Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you. It is inevitable. But please understand; from the moment I met you, I stopped writing for the past. I no longer write for the present. When I write sad things, I am writing for the future.”— Lang Leav