The day goes by and at the end you end up punishing yourself for not being enough this or enough that...
What happened to spontaneity? To living simple without so much architecture.
Think of yourself more like a tree than like a building.
It creeps the hell out of me to imagine a future where I am bound to focus on doing things to please someone else rather than taking care of me.
I am not a doll to show around.
Unless I'm seen as an equal, a human being and respected and treated as such I will not waste my time with someone who doesn't get it.
Never feel less or guilty for being who you are.
—All of this she thought while having lunch with her friend.
