I need to stop sometimes and remind myself that I’m allowed to be sad, and that it’s not shameful or selfish that there are times I want to cry and get so depressed that I can’t properly breathe for days.

I don’t have to pretend to be okay all the time, because there are times when it gets so bad and to the point where I just can’t lie to myself or anyone else anymore.

I need to realize I’m not a machine; I have the right to be heartbroken and overwhelmed and feel completely crushed and for that to be fucking okay. 

I wish I was able to forget about you as fast as you forgot about me.

(Source: kimyungs, via myfeelingsforyouare-forever)

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.