Who wouldn’t want me
But I’m not a cup of tea
Something like honey
I want to say he missed out. I want to say how can you not want a girl that would crawl across the floor and suck your cock like she was praying to a god?
Eh…it probably wasn’t that good. It’s been a while. I need to find someone to practice on.
But people click or they don’t. I’ve never been one to console myself with “wow did you miss out”. How can you miss out on something you didn’t want to begin with? It takes a minute to get the soap out of your hair when it burns your eyes though.
I think we know what we want from time to time, but it’s hard to figure out what we need. I find it in the failures. There’s little bits of lesson in there. It’s like stripping the paint off a piece of furniture to find the beauty of the natural wood…especially when there’s a few years of misuse built up.
“What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can’t move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn’t been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won’t be troubling you much longer.”
It is my personal quest to find all the silver linings. I think it’s the bonus points in this game of life.
There’s this guy I like because he makes my heart race and that happens so rarely.
Fuck! If I’m afraid this shit won’t work.
Dear Guy I Like,
Here’s my freak flag. I didn’t have time to wrap it. If you like it, yay! If you don’t….::sad panda::
Being someone you’re not for a feeling may seem like the most appealing path. It’s an exhausting waste of time in the long run.
People say actions, not thoughts, define you. I think they confuse thoughts with words. Actions and words are products of thoughts.
The silent disdain for a homeless person. The wish that your bank account wasn’t at 0 so you could buy that person gas. Wondering what the rape victim was wearing. Being happy about your kid’s award when your life is going to shit.
No one will ever love me.
Yeah. My money’s on thoughts for the definition win.
I have terrible confidence issues. Or anxiety. Or whatever the label is these days. And then I don’t because….I’m…complicated.
You see I’m terrified of not liking someone back. As if me not liking them back would somehow be the end of their house of cards style world because…honestly…I’m seriously important. Who could live without me? Really?
And here in the middle of the road (where we play in traffic) I need to learn that I’m awesome AND not everyone returns feelings. Indeed…it is a rare thing to be cherished but not relied upon. The love we need most is the love we give ourselves.