A tombstone with your name on it, indicating that below it are particles and specs of you, is not enough to comfort me when I can no longer find traces of you in my life.
When you look deeply into your anger, you will see that the person you call your enemy is also suffering. As soon as you see that, the capacity of accepting and having compassion for them is there.
I am not comfortable
in my own skin;
But I am trying
to be. Damn it,
I am trying to be.
It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.