I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me.
Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?
You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty.