sometimes wish I had gotten where I am with so much "baggage." These problems, and lies and silly concerns. Paranoia. In all the years of my life I have been confused with another, they are driven by appearances. It is good to drive the road based on first impressions, because they are misleading and are usually wrong. And now I feel like a rubber band that pulled and pulled and stretched and was well, nothing like the original.
In the end, people treated me as if someone other than I am. And so, loved the wrong person the wrong way with a love wrong, all wrong. That ended leaving me confused, lonely and empty. I always wondered what he wantedan me, and gave them, no doubt about that. But everyone's life at some point, something "clicks" and can not get over. I could not help. And people would not have me what I wanted, just what I wanted to. The Bitchface and everything that goes with it was developed without noticing me and the new, I was giving it little by little.
Many people have asked me how I "get over" things or people so easily, and this is my way of seeing things right now: at the precise moment, in this second light, when I see the slightest sign of disinterest in the other person, I retract, and I will be running as fast as possible. I have never handled the vulnerability of the best. Relying on a "maybe" is prohibido in my book of life. So there is no pain, no rejection. Do not let me drown, is like swimming in voluntary silence is excruciating and unnecessary. Why keep someone hooked on that even though you knew he was not interested, let it be so important in your decisions and your actions? No. I'm better than that. You're better than that.
is painful to leave empty handed, you feel useless and is really frustrating. It has happened many times, I prefer not to count them. Maybe it's because I say too much. It might be too open. Nobody wants to know everything about everyone ... do you? But at the same time, how something can work with secrets and hidden problems, and all saved? I want to love me for me. For all me.
events of our lives define us. Every moment of bliss and peaceful, every moment of uncontrollable rage and heartbreaking, each moment of passion that makes us shine, every moment of salty tears. For as long we live is full of these moments.
And I appreciate every day, do not know who, but thank you. I am grateful for the marks in the corners of my lips, because it means that I laughed, I've been genuinely happy in those moments of laughter that leaves me with no air. I give thanks that I wait all day for a message from my friends, because it means I have whom I write, who asks me about my day, who loves me. I am thankful when my mother insists that washing dishes, because significantChart I have a mom who is there. I am thankful for having wept, though physically hurts. You eyes are burning, you can not breathe, you feel that feeling of emptiness or despair or pain will never go away, but thank you that means I'm able to feel.
So at the end of the day, after thanking for a moment and leave my problems in a dark corner of my mind, one breath. Breathe deeply, because the air purify my thoughts and my ideas, solutions and cooling concerns wears.
Then, if something I want everyone to understand (even if they do not agree with everything I say) is to be the raw version of yourself brings more real and final moments. Life is like an hourglass glued to the table , so we must seize it. Remember, you were born an original, do not die a copy ...
So, just BREATHE. Just breathe. Xoxo
B *
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table ... ♫ Breathe, Anna Nalick.
