I’m thinking that sometimes you just have to make the decision to be happy. Just realize that things aren’t ever what you hoped they’d be. Not ever. For anybody. The only thing that separates one kind of person from another is that there are some who stay angry about it and there are some who accept what comes their way.
And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on.
She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know
How would you like it if I hug you all the time, act like I care, and made you think it meant something, then throw it all away? Yeah… that’s what I thought, asshole.
(Source: expressivity-)
I love you and I will tell you everyday. Everyday until you forget the things that hurt. And how I wish I could take them away. If only it could be done.