Andrina Liddell

In these uncertain times, I am certain only of not being in control. That isn’t really a new feeling for me.

I miss the sunshine and crave it, but feeling empty when the sky is blue and the light is bright… that’s a different kind of hurt.

I’d pay a million bucks to think about anyone else but you. I’d write a check right now just to have my breath stolen by someone else who crossed my mind, someone who doesn’t have your earthy brown eyes or your slightly lopsided smile.

Whether or not they promise you the world is irrelevant, because if you are sexting with them and their girlfriend calls, they will pick up.

There are a thousand and one things I could thank you for—more, probably. Definitely. But I wouldn’t even know where to start, how to start. People who say I have a way with words really don’t know me very well.

I don’t want this, I don’t want you. It’s too much. I need space, I need to be alone for a while. Get out. But please don’t leave. 

Grief can do strange things to people and everybody processes it in their own way.

The smell of fresh coffee in the morning.

I wish I could delete you from my life.

If I had known that it would hurt even worse the second time around, I never would have let you through the door again. 

She is the sun and we are all just in her orbit, a solar system of friends. Manipulation is her gravity.

Losing friends because of fights or misunderstandings or simply from growing apart happens to all of us. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.