well well wel, its been awhile and hear I am again. I find myself back hear, staring in the face of a computer screen. why do I find it easier to sit hear and type, than to express myself in other ways? as fast as the new year came, I’m over it. I don’t feel any different. . i feel dangerously dull, empty and unfulfilled. is it just me?
so much has already happened and yet I’m board.
why is it that there has to be so much drama so much bitchiness.
cant everything just be sunshine and rainbow dust.?
I’m constantly tired, my brain hurts.
as I look at the sun and wait for the rain,
I’m strong but not strong enough
I’m small but not small enough
I’m waiting and worrying.
about you, cant you just stop. you are perfect and beautiful. you don’t need to change your self because of other people. your special and wonderful and I don’t understand why you cant see that? don’t you now that everyone loves you because of who you are! the person you are on the inside.
just be happy that you’re here.
your a babe!
i love you. please just stop.
In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it, and the fact that you’re putting yourself through pain means you are doing what you, by all rights, ought to do. You’re doing something right. Your ability to withstand pain is your claim to fame. It is ascetic, holy. It is self-control.
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