I meet people and I’m like, “Do not fall in love me with. Fatality. I will finish you.” I warn people so ominously that they shouldn’t befriend me after that.
Yet my friggen guy friends always over-step boundaries and can’t lay off. I understand you think you like me, but you don’t. You like the idea of what you think I am, the me in your head. I’ve had the same issue before. I cared too much for friends…but I learned how to force myself to stop feeling that way. And I can just continue doing that my entire life, right?
I’m better at giving advice to others than to myself. Ramble, ramble.
Someone who is interested in your passions and hobbies, not because they want to kiss your ass and act like they like them as well, but because each hobby and passion reveals that much more of you—-the you on the inside, the deepest you that you’ll ever be—-because they want to know what’s hidden in every dark corner of your mind, every inch of your soul and how your heart flutters when you hear a song from your favorite band, or the smile on your face when you mix up your own recipes because you just felt like it, and the excitement you feel when it turns out amazingly…when you achieve something you’ve been working SO hard on and they’re jumping for joy with you. Someone to cheer you on and praise the triumphs, as well as stand by you through the struggles and obstacles. C’mon, you wouldn’t want that? I want to give all that and more. It’s that return of everything I’m willing to give (and more) that’s nearly impossible to find. And I’m willing to wait. Because I deserve it. I won’t settle for someone who disregards my full potential, who treats me like an option, who doesn’t see how great their life is with me in it, giving my all.
Am I the only person who drinks iced tea (the powder/at-home variety) and feels like they’re drowning afterwards?
Every. Single. Time.
My throat feels clogged, like I swallowed syrup and it didn’t fully go down my throat.
What the fuck, iced tea, what the fuck?!