Every night.
Dearly beloved.
Without you.
What messes us up the most.
Make friends with what you are.
We don’t need to rush…
I’m on my way to believing.
I have this great imaginary world…
The dream of yesterday is the hope of today.
This is for you.
This is for every person who says that they’re okay, when in reality, they couldn’t be further away from it. For those who feel different, alone and completely disconnected from the world around them. It’s for those who find it difficult to get out of bed in the morning because they’re tired; tired of being afraid, tired of failure. Those who believe that their existence is pointless. For those who have had their hearts broken; for those who have lost.
Speak up; let people know that you’re not okay. It’s not a sign of weakness, it’s the opposite. Whatever you may be feeling, you can be certain that there are other people who are feeling the same. Make yourself heard. You’re not alone, there are far too many people in the world for you to feel that way; I’ll listen.
Don’t be afraid of being ‘different’; normal has always been a term to refer to things that are ordinary. You are who you are and ultimately, we are all the same. We’ve all just had different stories that have shaped us. No one knows what you have been through; they may have heard, but they never felt. Their judgements are therefore completely unjust.
There’s no denying how difficult life can be; you will almost certainly fail. Many times. But that’s all part of becoming you, making you a better person. Learn from it. Don’t let it discourage you. You’re here for a reason; you are someones reason, you might just not know it yet. Wake up with a smile on your face tomorrow, knowing that one day your existence will make complete sense if it hasn’t already.
Knowing that it gets better.
Do what you love doing.
Dear future girlfriend #31
I’m sorry; I have this ‘expectation disease’ where everything in my head is so far from reality, or never quite close enough. I’m sure I would have told you right from the start what I expected from us; and I know it’s not wise to have such expectations from the first time we met and especially right now. I have all these letters full of what I expect you to be like based solely on what I know about myself at that time.
But I’d like to think I know what I want; whether or not I get it remains a mystery, but if you’re reading this, then I got it - this isn’t something I’m going to just settle for.
It’s real. You’re real.
Expectations.
What messes us up the most.
It’s where you live.














