i wish i could stop hating you, but my heart won’t let me.
rule number one: don’t date people in your ward. it gets awkward.
if i have an anxiety attack every time i have to tell a boy i don’t like him….i am going to never date again.
my life is turning into a total shitstorm.
in the end only three things matter:
1. how fully you have lived
2. how deeply you have loved
3. how well you have learned to let go