There’s that one moment, the moment when you’ve figured out how much you’ve really let go, and how much you’ve grown. It’s that moment when you can’t look back, yet you can’t seem to look too far into the future. It’s that moment when you realize that you’re living for yourself and no one else.
When people hurt you over and over again, think of them like sandpaper. You may be scratched, but you end up polished and they end up useless.
No, I won’t waste my time dwelling on your mistake. You didn’t choose me, it’s no big deal. You’re missing out, not me.
When things get awfully tiring, seek for silence. Most of the times, the loudest lessons are found at the most quiet corners of our lives.
You won’t find another who liked you like I did; no one else is as blind and stupid.
One of the hardest things in life is deciding whether to walk away, or try harder.
That’s it, I’m done. I’m tired of being your second best. Or third. Or fourth. Or fifth. You’re my best friend. You mean the world to me, and I mean shit to you. One day, you’ll look back and regret how you acted towards me, bitch, cause no one will be there for you like I was.
Never chase anyone. A person who appreciates and respects you will walk with you.
If I could get drunk off people’s stupidity and high off the drama in this town, I’d be one twisted motherfucker.
I want people to feel an immediate happiness and cheerfulness when they are around me; to make a difference in someone’s life. I want to make an impression in someone’s life, so that even though I may be delicate and fragile, my footprints are permanent within the hearts of the ones I’ve touched.
All I want to do is watch people, but I’m too afraid they’ll see me. Strangers are beautiful because they never hurt you. I lie on the grass – breathing in silence, listening to the night, looking up at the stars. I look up at the night sky and I wonder about life, about you, about why I’m here. And I look up at those cold, beautiful stars so far away, and I realize life has never seemed so big.
As an introvert, you can be your own best friend or your worst enemy. The good news is we generally like our own company, a quality that extroverts often envy. We find comfort in solitude and know how to soothe ourselves. Even our willingness to look at ourselves critically is often helpful.