Amy Horton

Until I learn to embrace myself fully—all aspects, every bit of shame that I have not faced—I cannot move forward. I will always run in circles.

I know that I’m a love addict, that I care about finding someone and being in love more than I care about figuring out my life for myself. I know that I have serious attachment issues.

I don’t know if I came here to feel soothed or tear myself apart all over again.

It’s happened again.

In order to get the future you deserve, you must believe it into reality.

She’s a special person, the woman who never had any help.

Everything that I do reminds me of you in some way or another. I cannot even touch myself anymore without crumbling at the knowledge that I’ll never feel the tender electricity of your embrace again. 

Fuck you for letting me go and fuck me for letting myself fall for you. 

You must focus on your own needs, make yourself the priority, and spend your time wisely. Don’t waste it hating yourself. 

If you’d died, you wouldn’t have actively chosen to leave me.

No one else has any damn say in how you process your sadness in order to survive and come out on the other side without losing your spirit. 

Sometimes it’s as if I’m sinking into a chasm of loneliness that I’ve dug on my own like all I’ve done in my life is fall into one misstep after another.