Ask me anything
Commitment is scary, but having one’s heart played around with is no fun either…
Flings are all right, but be sure that all parties know what they’re getting in to. Because with mismanaged expectations, feelings get hurt, and words start flinging about. Words such as ‘maneater’…
Or ‘player’. Or ‘fool’. Even ‘slut’.
They may not mean what they thought they mean, but hurt is hurt the same…
“Like I care…”
It does hurt kinda, when someone you hope would care, says that they don’t care…
It’s a signal, one might think, to either give up our try harder…
But to not care? I don’t know… I don’t think I can honestly totally not care one bit, I don’t know…
I don’t want to kill my heart. I’d die.
I refuse to believe it wasn’t—isn’t—love. I can refuse to believe whatever I want :))
…But what’s more important, what do I keep in my mind & heart. To keep myself sane, and to help myself grow.
…And what do I throw out in turn.
You’re good enough. Never, ever think you’re not good enough. If anyone thinks you’re not good enough it’s their problem not yours.
Besides you’ll get better :P
Proverbs 14:16 NIV: “The wise fear the Lord and shun evil, but a fool is hotheaded and yet feels secure.”
I’m a fool, of course.
Have I done wrong?
I’m pretty sure if it.
What have I done wrong?
I’m not too sure…
(That’s what’s bugging me.)
(I just don’t think I get it.)
(I feel like an alien from another planet.)
I slept just now this morning. I dreamt I already had a baby child I was taking care of. As I was bathing and caring for my child, as a single parent, suddenly I couldn’t seem to remember who the mother was.
I woke up startled.