“Don’t send me multiple messages, either put it all in one message or wait until later, I don’t want to check my phone to a bunch of messages from you”
“I don’t want to spend so much time with you, I have a life”
“Don’t text me when I’m with my friends, that’s my time with them, I don’t text people when I’m with you so why would I text you when I’m with them?” (Except he did in fact text other people when we were together, he spent most of his time on his phone when we were together)
“I don’t wanna be on the phone with you all the time, it’s annoying”
“Please text me as much as you want to, I wish you’d text me more actually”
“I wish I could spend more time with you, we don’t have enough”
“Text me all the time, anytime you want, I don’t care who I’m with or what I’m doing, text me”
“Wanna call?” (At every free moment)
Is probably one of the most healing things I’ve ever experienced in my life
I used to live in constant fear of one wrong word, one wrong thought, being the thing that suddenly made me unlovable. Little did I know that I wasn’t loved, I was being used.
In some ways I was forced to give every piece of myself to someone who didn’t deserve it, in others I chose to
Do not ever settle for someone who tolerates your presence when you could find someone who craves it
I wish I could tell myself a few years ago that I deserved better, that chasing someone who wasn’t chasing me was a mistake that would only cause me pain, that living with constant pain and abuse isn’t better than having nothing at all, that I’d find happiness after choosing myself and getting out, that I could choose myself
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