even in my dreams i know you’re not mine anymore and i wake up with a wrenching dread in my heart, wondering when I’ll see you again

sometimes i wonder if i’m doing the right thing and if life will work out.

sometimes it feels like the world will never understand me and that i’ll die feeling far away from what i had envisioned life to be when i was most like myself - before experiences tainted and shifted my perspective for better and worse. i’ve felt the feeling of fleeting happiness but i’ve also learned that it can return just as easily. why have i conditioned myself to follow such a skeptical self narrative? i know life is unfair but does that mean that i can’t still be happy even if it doesn’t work out the way i want it to?

i guess it’s time to appreciate the path this paradox has given me. for now on it’ll be about loving myself; loving the process and knowing that the outcome will be equally beautiful. here’s to choosing to see parallels instead of perpendiculars.

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pooh-and-friends:

Good post OP

reblog for good luck and happiness

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dating a girl who’s manic is so hard because every time she gets sad i just wanna rip my heart out and give it to her