Mackenzie Mickavicz

I hope you look in the mirror and realize that you are capable of curating the kind of life that sparks something within you.

Although I survived, I am a skeleton. I feel empty inside.

I confided in you. I trusted you. And you betrayed me.

The best revenge is not caring what other people think of you. Inhale opinions. Exhale self-confidence.

To miss someone at 2 p.m. is to miss their presence.

I have learned that the most beautiful type of love is unexpected.

You wanted someone to care about you. You needed someone to care about you. You are a coward.

Ask yourself: Who is there for me when I need healing? Who is there for me when I need someone?

They will not heal you. They will not change. They will never change.

It took me a long time to realize that I deserve more. I deserve better.

Having sex with someone you love is passionate and wild, yet safe and secure.

I was wrong. There is no peace in pain. There is no fucking peace in pain.

Her steps are slow. She looks twice before crossing the street. Her face is slightly hidden from the world.

I vow to no longer feel responsible for the feelings of others.

It’s like the movie scene is playing on repeat. Again. And again. And again.

The unknown doesn’t scare you as much as it used to.

Loving you was young, and wild, and free.

Don’t be blinded by the darkness. It will slowly, but surely eat you alive.