Is this real life?
I’m in Flagstaff, in a snow-covered cabin. Roaring fire. Drink in my hand. Christmas music going strong. Playing cards and kissing and. Yeah. I didn’t know I would be this happy again. I’m ridiculously happy right now. We’re going to the Observatory tomorrow and. I can’t. More later, guys.
We’re going to take swing dancing classes with my friend Kayleigh and her fiancé. I’m so excited. :)
That’s the best part about missing you. As soon as I reach out, you immediately slam the (metaphorical) door in my face. Reminds me why I shouldn’t miss you. You’re the one who left; I should be the one that’s angry, not you.
I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.
― Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via ojiru
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.
― Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance