2am Thoughts

Too often do people blame their unhappiness on irrelevant outliers:

money

job

school

parents

These things may set you back, but they cannot stop you. The only reason you’re not where you want to be is the excuses that spill out of your mouth.

Pen and paper have healed me much better than any doctor ever could.

- 3:28 am

You do not need a man to make you feel whole. You should feel that on your own.

And you need to understand that you must first love yourself before allowing another person to do so.

Your dreams are scattered upon the stars. People will tell you to reach for them but won’t help you get there.

You will feel alone.

You will want to quit.

But I am telling you now never to give up on them.

Nothing is more tragic than a dream wasted away and nothing more beautiful than achieving it.

Eventually you will hit a crossroads and you will have four choices with no sense of direction.

This may be the biggest decision of your life.

Please, whatever you do, do not turn around and walk back the way you came.

You didn’t come this far only to give up when your path is no longer clear.

They will try to label you one thing.

As if people can be categorized so easily.

They fail to see their systems flaw.

You are not one thing.

You are many things.

So full of personality and potential.

Bravery and intelligence.

Capability and love.

Take the labels they have so generously given you and shove them down the garbage chute.

Show them.

Show them they were wrong.

I like my rough edges. Smooth women are too easy to climb.

I don’t like easy.

I want a man willing to hike mountains for me, or I don’t want a man at all.

The monsters don’t live in my closet or under my bed.

They are the collection of thoughts inside my head.

Do not look for a man when you feel empty. This will only postpone heart ache. They may come to you in your time of need and fill the holes in your heart, but they will soon grow tired of this chore, and leave you feeling emptier than before.

There are three

words I roll

over and over

in my mouth.

They have a

terrible taste and

smell of heartache

but I can’t

seem to spit

them out. They

just continue to

burn.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you.