Someone's therapist knows all about you.

To feel everything, yet nothing at all. That is the utmost beautiful feeling.

You don’t get to come and go when it’s best for you. You appreciate when it’s rough, when it’s easy and when it just doesn’t make sense. You strive. You work. You love. You learn.

I was bitter. He was sweet. And in a parallel universe, we were bittersweet.

When you’re constantly abused, you don’t understand how emotionally and mentally draining it is. You’re truly immune and it feels like you need it.

I wasn’t obsessed with him until I felt him fading. But maybe I was always obsessed, I just didn’t feel the anxiety of it until the trust was gone.