Si j’avais encore des émotions, je serais déçue. Et accessoirement, si tu me mens et tu vas faire autre chose que bosser, je le saurai, parce que j’ai le don, et tu seras loin de façon permanente.
There is less than no point to this entire thing.
You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.
ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened
i always think “if people want to talk to me they will” which is my reasoning for never really starting conversations so i’m permanently thinking no one wants to talk but what if they’re sat there thinking the same and it’s just this cycle of silence that never gets broken because i’m too stubborn to just put myself out there