Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.
More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
“I don’t feel too excited about fashion today. People just want cheap fast clothes and are happy to look like everyone else.”
I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap.
two days ago i received an anonymous note- telling i should not cry over spilt milk, and to “eat my own dessert”
thank you stranger, you have hit the nail
i will remember your words