Too Long For Twitter #34 (Value)

Have you ever noticed that Rolls Royce and Bentley don’t have commercials? Well they know the value of their product brings customers to them. The lesson is when you know your value, you don’t have to beg people to like you, to be your friend, to spend time with you, or to love you. Be confident in who you are Everyone can’t afford the luxury of your friendship.


Happiness Pt.2

I fee like I hear all the time “When I am this I’ll be happy” or “When I get this old I’ll be happy” or even more common “When I get this I’ll be happy.” I’m sorry but you have the power to make yourself happy and it shouldn’t be in the hands of material objects. You don’t have to wait until the weekend or the summer to be happy. You can make yourself happy right here and right now. Happiness is a state of mind. You don’t have to have the best of everything to be happy. If we all had to have the best of everything to be happy there would be a lot of unhappy people living. So go out there and be happy!

Too Long For Twitter #31 (Late Night Conversations)

Have you ever stayed up late with someone, texting or chatting and the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didn’t matter because it was really fun? It was really fun and totally worth losing sleep just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company. And then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore.

You’re Losing Me

You are losing me and not even realizing it. You lose me a little more every time you do not answer my calls on purpose. You lose me a little more every time you choose someone else when the only person I ever chose is you. You lose me a little more every time you take me for granted. You lose me a little more every time I go to bed wondering, “why am I not good enough for him?” But, I am more than enough for you. It’s you that is not good enough for me. Because if you were worthy of me, you would realize my value. And one day you will lose me for good. Because I’m going to get to a point where there is nothing more I have to offer and I will walk away. And it will hurt me to do so. Because I looked at you with wide eyes full of faith that depleted over time. One day I will be the one not answering. One day those snaps you send will be ignored and you will send another just in case. It will scare the shit out of you, the moment I start threatening you the way you threatened me. You will ask me out and I will politely decline. You will blow up my newsfeed and begin to become more interested in what I am up to but more than that who I am with. Because it is not you making me smile anymore. You will miss the nights when I laid beside you and all I ever wanted to do was talk. The silence will kill you, and you wish for just one more conversation. You will hold onto everything I ever got you and it will be a hurtful reminder of the me; a girl who loved you just a little too much. And maybe you will look back and remember there was not a mystery to me. But there was an honesty you have never known in someone. I did not play games like the others. And as you fumble through girl after girl, you will find something in them all missing. It will be in them you look for me but I will never be found.

When They Lose Intrest

Have you ever watched the person that you love slowly lose interest in you? It starts off little, you can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is different, something has changed. Everything feels slightly off, off like a Monday. You can almost hear it in their voice, you can see it in their eyes. You think it’s you, you start overthinking every single little thing, wondering what you did, where it all went wrong, how you can fix it. It starts off with little things like waking up to no text, calls becoming fewer and farther between, the lack of effort, emotion and the excuses begin to pile up. Soon it starts tearing you apart, the feeling of not being good enough begins to make you feel physically sick. You know it’s coming, you know you can’t do anything to stop it. The aching doesn’t stop.