I love you every day!
What a sweet little goober! :) You are a wish granted…
I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that’s all.
I’m having a relationship with my dress! :)
What did my arms do before they held you?
I wanted to hide my pain and yet it was etched all over my face, so I hid myself. At the back of my mind was also misguided pride. I wanted to be known as “okay” and not as damaged goods. I was thinking, “I can get through this. Just leave me alone.” In this sense, misery does not love company.
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“It’s like you’re screaming but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could that be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so you could have the good.”
Baby, I want to make something clear. I don’t think I would’ve been better off without you. You are not what went wrong with anything. You were what saved Mommy. I want to thank you for that. Okay?
Chuck: There’s a difference between a great love and the right love. I left the Empire State Building last year after two minutes when you didn’t show. Louis waited all night. This is your chance at happiness. You think you shouldn’t want it ‘cause you’ve never had it and it scares you. But you deserve your fairytale.
Blair: We make our own fairytales.
Chuck: Only when we have to.
“Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had.”
— Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)
