Isn’t it fucking terrifying that no matter how many promises they made, no matter how long you’ve been together, someone can get up and walk out of your life without a second thought and you have to carry on living because the world doesn’t stop for any of us
I respect those that tell me the truth, no matter how hard it is.
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse.
"The friend zone does not exist," she informed him. "If she was meant to love you, she will, and that love cannot be extinguished by the simple notion of ‘remaining friends’."
He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to tell her that she did not understand.
"No," she stopped him, "no, what you are talking about is unrequited love. And that, on the other hand, is very real; very real and quite simply, awful."