It’s been confirmed, you’re officially a bitch. You were one of the sweetest girls I have ever met. From time to time, I still unwillingly think back on some of the moments we had just because it crosses my mind, but now the reality has changed. It turns out you’re an unreasonable control freak that demands and hates so much. I have to admit I wasn’t the best. I didn’t take you home when I should of and I didn’t give you attention when you deserved it, but I really tried in the end to fix everything. I think you forget that I do take you home from time to time. I did give you my attention most of my time and you were one of my priorities. You’re a part of the reason the relationship got so sour. To give me the impression you don’t give a fuck after I tried to be the bigger person and become friends especially since it’s hard for me. Who the fuck do you think you are? I let go of pride to try to make things better, but I just can’t handle your fucking nasty attitude. You aren’t the sweet girl I met 6 months ago.
Life will never be perfect, no matter how hard you try. Even if you pour your heart and soul into it, you will never have that perfection you seek. There will always be broken hearts, there will always be days where nothing goes right. But I have accepted and learned that even the most imperfect things will always be made better with love, laughter, and joy.
Jae Bliss | carp3—diem (via quote-book)
I believe that suffering is part of the narrative, and that nothing really good gets built when everything’s easy. I believe that loss and emptiness and confusion often give way to new fullness and wisdom.
Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via thresca)
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