There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.
I like making other people happy. It’s easier than making myself happy. You use me, I use chemicals. That’s always how it will be.
I hate it when netflix pauses and asks me if im still watching like yeah you actually think i got up and started doing something with my life bitch put my show back on
how do you move on? seriously? A year of constant texting, facetiming, planning, learning, loving, crying, laughing, growing, caring, shared with one person. How do you learn to live “alone” again? She is everywhere. i see her in everything i do.