This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her."
No matter how hard you try, sometimes people just don’t want to be saved.
Love yourself. If you don’t, who will?
Don’t take things too seriously. Situations can turn out so much better because of the angle you look at them.
Buy a cute little plant. It’s easier to breathe with something around you adding oxygen to your atmosphere.
That piece of chocolate you eat at 10 pm isn’t going to kill you. Enjoy yourself. Don’t forget that life is about living too.
Sometimes reading a good book on a Friday night curled up in a warm blanket with a cup of tea is better than going to some stupid party.
Stretch marks aren’t unattractive. They show that your body is growing and maturing as much as your mind is. Anybody who finds them disgusting hasn’t grown enough. They’re beautiful and so are you.
Those who say the least, think and feel the most.
Surround yourself with positive energy, those who radiate good vibes and understand your inner soul. Rid yourself of all negativity no matter how hard it is, you’ll be a happier person at the end of the day.
You don’t have to be your worst enemy all of the time. Self criticism is good sometimes and essential to grow as a person, but self destruction is not.
If somebody doesn’t like something about you, fuck them. No one is worth changing for. You’re amazing just the way you are and you will find someone who loves you for all of you.
Keep going no matter what and don’t give up."
I don’t talk about my illness so that you will feel sorry for me. I talk about it so you will know what I’m going through, why I am the way I am. I don’t want your pity. I want your understanding.
And sometimes, I talk about it because I had a bad day and just like you, talking about the bad thing makes me feel better. I just so happens I have a lot of bad days and my illness is usually at the core of it."