We tell ourselves that we are alone because we don’t have anyone sleeping by our sides at night, but when you drown your sorrows away in rum and forget your name, you are alone and you don’t cry over anything like losing your mother’s trust or letting your lover walk out the door, you cry over losing yourself.
― and when you miss someone you once loved, I’ll still be missing myself (via afflictedfvck)
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
― S.E. Hinton
please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you