4 Ways We F*ck Up A Good Thing Before It Even Starts





We all want relationships, yet we sabotage any chance we get at them. We’ve all become too damn selective for one another. We’re trying, but we’re doing a damn sh*tty job. We all want love, but refuse to give it. We all want someone, but try to hate everyone. We must look at the bad habits we’ve formed and start breaking them. We must stop saying we’re trying and start owning up to our mistakes.

We don’t text back to avoid seeming desperate, but end up not communicating at all

The whole “not texting back for two days” isn’t making you desirable; it’s making you invisible. People aren’t going to think you’re hard to get; they’re going to think you aren’t worth getting at all.

There’s a certain level of respect that must be maintained when trying to start a relationship, and ignoring texts or playing games is just rude.


We lie to seem cooler and just end up getting caught

How can you start something real if you’re nothing but fake? You say you want a real relationship, but every time you try, you’re just building a lie.

Relationships are one of the most open and honest experiences you can have. Holding on to a lie and thinking it won’t come out is like going into a test without taking the class… You’re going to fail, no matter how smart you are.

We hold on to baggage only to let go of opportunities

We talk about our past as if it’s part of our present. Our exes who won’t stop calling, our debt that’s following us and our inability to commit.

These are things we bring up to either make the other person jealous or give him or her insight into who we are and what we’ve been through.

Yet all we’re really doing is giving away another shot at a clean slate.\

We try to wait for sex, but end up f*cking ourselves

We put so much pressure on the sex and the orgasm that we end up f*cking everything but each other. Or we have one bad night and call it quits.

Sex isn’t perfect, and neither are you. The movies are bullsh*t, and the more you look for that perfect night in the sheets, the more you’ll be alone in yours.


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