You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It wont happen automatically. You will have to rise up and say, ‘I don’t care how hard this is, I don’t care how disappointed I am, I’m not going to let this get the best of me. I’m moving on with my life.
1) Learn to put on your bracelets and zip up your dresses by yourself. There will be times when you will be alone.
2) Get on a long plane ride. Look out the window. Understand the immensity of our world. Understand your insignificance. Understand your absolute importance.
3) Press the send button. If you don’t say it now, you never will.
4) Do not sneer at happiness or roll your eyes at sadness. Be aware that apathy is not healthy.
5) You are more than the amount of people who want to have sex with you.
6) That pit in your stomach when he doesn’t text you back, it shouldn’t be there. No one should be able to control you like that.
7) Shopping is cathartic. Buy the shoes and deal with one-ply toilet paper for a while.
8) It will get better, but it will never be perfect. Learn to live through the small moments of happiness. When they disappear, remember they will resurface.
9) I promise that cookie will not change anything (except that it will make you smile).
10) Please, please, take care of yourself. You are everything to somebody. You are everything to your self. That alone is enough.

It’s almost like you live to make me hurt & “sorry” is your favorite word.

You’re not worthy of my trust, how can we make this work?

Every time I think of writing our ending, you start treating me like you did that first summer, back when I was pure- you were my first lover.

But now I’m stuck wishing you’d come around more-

But when you do come through, the love poems we write are raw in these sheets so fuck you & the condoms I found in your sock drawer.

Love turns to hate more often than it ends in forever,
which is unfortunate, because I envisioned us married by 30, but that’s just some years away & I know you’re not ready.

I only want what’s best for you, I wish you’d listen to me; but instead you’re high, in between another girl’s thighs with your eyes closed, regretting that she doesn’t feel like me.

Fuck all the bullshit, I’m still in love, I know we’ve made a mess of things but if you’re down, we could clean it up..

I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.