What they don’t tell you is that you won’t always be the heroine in the novel. Maybe never at all.
You’ll be the sidekick, the ex-lover, the baker, the neighbor, or maybe even the villain.
But just because your story isn’t written doesn’t mean you don’t have one.
It’s a beautiful thing when the unloved decide to love.
Just a dot in a plane of lines.
We are not who we choose to be. We are what we choose to do.
Is the world unfair for letting the happy get happier, while the sad get sadder?
Arms full of scars &
Mind lacking in stars
Don’t speak because it’s not that nobody listens, but rather everyone listens.
We all want to believe there’s something medically wrong with us.
Just so we can blame our sadness on something other than our lives.