I think that knowing you miss me now would help me move on. Just knowing that there is a part of you that still wants me would ease my insecurities that we fell apart because you didn’t like the person I was anymore. Because all I do now is think where I fucked up and what changed from how we were in the beginning. Just give me something, anything. A text, a like. I hate myself for caring this much. On the outside I pretend like I don’t care and if you still look at my Twitter and Facebook how you used to, you would think I don’t care too. On the inside I care a lot, but I never want you to know that. I still check your Twitter and Facebook, and it seems like you don’t care. But maybe you’re just playing the same game as I am. Maybe.
People will always tell you that if you want to be successful, you need to have specific characteristics and character traits, and if you don’t, you’re going to fail. As a night-owl and procrastinator, I used to feel uneasy when I would hear people talk about how essential it is to wake up early and get your work done in a timely manner in order to be successful. How, if you don’t listen and implement what they explain to you, you will crash and burn. Then one day, I thought: What do these people know? Just because this worked for their life, who is to say that it will work for mine? We’re all different people with different personalities and living situations. It’s about finding what works best for you, not others. And don’t ever let other people tell you what that is, you need to figure that out on your own.