Bai Tambuang

They will never teach us that in order to grow, to be happy, to genuinely love, we cannot settle for a familiar love.

The worst thing is — it will never stop hurting.

This is how you know it’s going to be worth it.

I envy the way he acts around you.

I want to tell the world who I am.

Some days it’s bearable, but most days it gets bad.

I still have to forgive a lot of people; I still have to forgive myself. But the things I already did outweigh those that I have yet to do.

I was not born to be anything you asked me to be, wasting my life away under your hand.

They’ve all stressed that giving your all but not receiving anything back is the worst kind of love.

But it’s not.

The feeling isn’t there anymore. I don’t feel my purpose anymore.