I love sleep. Think about it: sleep is a beautiful thing. It allows your body to heal, both mentally and physically. Your body literally rebuilds itself every night, it rejuvenates.
Your mind rejuvenates too. In sleep, you dream. Your subconscious (that you fight so hard to ignore during the day) finally emerges and it sort of takes over. Your dreams can be random and meaningless, or they can also be steeped in meaning…your subconscious pointing you in the direction you need to go; that same direction that you fight so hard to ignore while you’re awake. It is in sleep, that we realize what we truly want and need—things that we might never realize or admit to ourselves in our waking hours.
If you’re not happy with the person you’re with, don’t stay with them. You’re not magically going to wake up one morning and decide you’re going to be happy again. Someone makes you that way. Find the someone that makes you happy.
I stumbled onto this, I’m sure a lot of people can relate:
It’s getting so hard to be around you. Because every time I see you, I see a stranger. You’vechanged, and I just miss the person you used to be. The one that cared, the one that wouldn’t ever hurt me, not if they could help it. But now, now all you care about is yourself. Maybe you never did care in the first place, I’m not sure. All I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. Nothing is left of you. Everything has changed, and I miss the person you used to be.
i hate when you fall in love with someone as a kid, then later on down the road you realize you're still in love with them--but oh wait, they're a complete asshole/jerk/douche bag now. Thanks for resurfacing old feelings and then totally playing me. Because it didn't hurt enough trying to get over you when we were younger.
We both took some wrong turns and hurt each other a little too much. Our stubbornness was what kept us apart, neither of us wanted to give in, to forgive the other first. But in the end, we both lost. I don’t care about how many lips you’ve kissed or how many hands you’ve held. I don’t care about being your first, I just care about being your last.