Do not tell people that happiness is a choice because it is not at all and all that’s going to do is make people with mental illnesses feel even shittier because that implies that it’s their own fault they feel shitty
literally the best decision I’ve ever made in my life was to stop caring what the fuck anyone thinks about me because it actually doesn’t matter as long as I can love myself and I must say I’m fabulous as fuck
I have to be able to take it. If I don’t tell her, and we drift apart, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I would rather tell her and get a rejection, no matter how much it hurts, than not tell her and wonder what could have been.
I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about this person. It’s indescribable.