Logical Men Always Break Your Heart & Other Women’s Wise Words
Why do you always date selfish men?
There is no shame in asking someone to love you. Pride is how you pick yourself up afterwards.
You were not wrong to trust what you had. He was wrong to break that trust.
How Are You Still Single & Other Idiotic Things Guys Have Said While Breaking Up with Me
You were an experiment.
I’m not good enough for you.
This is awkward but…I forgot my wallet.
I thought I could marry you. I still think that’s true.
I think about you too much and it’s distracting me from the rest of my life.
You are by the far the easiest person I could have fallen in love with. But I couldn’t let that happen.
Our Capacity to Love May Be Infinite, but Our Capacity for Heartbreak is Not & Other Life Lessons I Learnt at 30
Love is something that happens to other people.
My heart is so full of hurt that there is no space for more. I can no longer be hurt.
It only gets harder to believe that the world is not actively trying to make me bitter.
Boys are always falling in love with me. And leaving before they have to love me.
All the ugly endings have beaten up all the butterflies of beginnings and so I have zero desire to date.
I have doubted every man that’s ever loved me. Even the ones that did. Even the first.
It seems I forget rather than forgive, by letting layers of life muffle the pain (but every time I remember, I hurt).
The More I Live, the Less I Feel & Other Bitter Truths
I live in a near-perpetual state of grief.
I grieve for innocence, for hope.
If feelings were muscles, mine would be raw with abuse.
I am almost always alone. That does something to a person.
It is easier to believe that I’ll never be loved than to believe that one day I’ll meet a man who isn’t horrifyingly disappointing.
Life gets smaller as I get older. That is a good thing.
Life has extinguished a light in me and I do not know how to turn it back on.
I have already lived so many lives and none of it seems real except for the chapter I am living, and as soon as it is in the past, it is as foreign and distinct to me as fiction.
Life does not get less painful, but you do get better at dealing with it.
You can be terribly sad and okay at the same time.