Michelle Stojkov

I may never be comfortable in my own skin, but at least for today, I’ll try.

You didn’t ask for any of this.

They say it takes 21 days to break a habit, but I can’t seem to quit you.

I don’t know how people bounce back into relationships so quick.

I can’t live in fear of an attack. I can’t control another person’s actions. I can’t stop living just because of “what ifs”.

Not everyone wants to shed light on their struggles.

I admire those who have the strength to leave unpromising situations. They have the guts to save themselves from deteriorating further.

My world stops as I see a picture of you. I can’t move for the rest of the day. The taste on my tongue instantly turns sour when I kiss another lover.

“The more you let it out, the faster you heal. Trust me, it will sting inside you after seeing them, even if it was for half a second. Let time take over.”

I make no apologies for how I felt about you because I loved you in the best way I knew how.

The most crippling part is seeing how happy your ex looks with someone who is similar to you.

It is as if he can feel I am doing well off without him. The mere second I am distracted away from the thought of him, he arises.