I think she likes it!
i wish that depression could make you bleed, give you bruises, make you sneeze. i wish that mental health issues were visible to other people, in a way that would make it clear that they’re fucking illnesses too - just as valid as any that aren’t invisible.
You see, the thing about a broken heart is that it doesn’t last forever. The crying, and the screaming, and the yelling, and the anxiety, and the fear, and the loneliness, and the I-miss-him-so-fucking-much…it stops. It’s not in an instant and it’s not all at once. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes sleepless nights and hysterical mornings. It takes bad dreams and clutching onto his old t-shirt until you can no longer smell him. It takes getting rid of photos and deleting his number. It takes thirty seven drunk dials and twenty two unanswered texts. It takes embarrassment. It takes self-loathing. It takes a little bit of shame. The thing about a broken heart is that it will bring you to a low you never thought was possible. You’ll drive yourself crazy with the “what-ifs?” and you’ll question your sanity with some of your behavior. The thing about a broken heart is that you have to reach rock bottom before you can start to rebuild.
The thing about a broken heart is that after all of that — all of the hysterics and the Kleenex and the bad mistakes — you’ll wake up one day and start to feel whole again. You see, the thing about a broken heart is that it doesn’t have to ruin you. It teaches you; learn from it. Grieve. Cry. Lash out. But don’t let it keep you down. Don’t let it tarnish you. Don’t become cynical, and do not become jaded. The thing about a broken heart is that it’s enough to ruin you, but that doesn’t mean it has to. Pick up the pieces. Rebuild around you. Move on. The thing about a broken heart is that it doesn’t have to break you. At least not forever.http://totalfratmove.com/the-thing-about-a-broken-heart/ (via classygirlswearpearls)
That’s a lot of information to get in thirty seconds.
I’m so in over my head