Andrina Liddell

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.

If I were drunk in a room with everyone I’ve ever loved, whose arms would I run into? It still haunts me.

Pull me close. Kiss me hard. I hope you never regret me.

Epic love isn’t a once in a lifetime thing.

My mother warned me about beautiful men who might break my heart. But she forgot to mention that if they were drunk and they got angry, they might break my bones too.

Being ghosted sucks.

I was first, but she is still with you, so I guess that makes me the other woman.

Up until yesterday, I was fine.

I don’t hate you; I can’t.

Sometimes the things that are most toxic can make us feel our brightest, give us the happiness everyone craves.

I once read somewhere that loving someone is giving them a gun and trusting they won’t pull the trigger. But you did, didn’t you? Was it on purpose? I know that my shot wasn’t, but maybe you didn’t even feel that graze.

I like hanging out with you, is that bad? I like you. But that really doesn’t matter, does it?

I feel abandoned and alone and that boy didn’t text me back again and it hurts more than it should and if I now tell you that I am not okay and that I need you and you turn me down, well, not sure my heart could take that.