thoughts in length
This may apply to you
What used to have the potential to destroy me, rolls off my back.
I have no use and no time for silly things like that, I save my emotion for the real things in my life.
The things that you pay tribute to and respect by wrapping your emotions around it to keep it safe inside your heart.
It's my discretion. I've taken control.
I always think of how many things happen to be everyday. Big things, and I tell no one. I share my life with myself.
I am completely incapable of having a healthy romantic relationship with the opposite sex.
I don't know what I think or feel about that, or even if I really care. I don't know what it would be like to function like those perfect couples I see everyday, so I guess I don't know what I'm missing?
I might kill someone if I spent that much time with one person. I love you, but leave me alone?
Being in love eludes me. Has it always? I never know. The kind I want has anyway.
When two people have been in a relationship, when they have been together for awhile they get to know each other. They know how to feel around that person. Mannerisms, facial expressions, the way they move their hands, everything. And love them for it.
I have fallen in love with a boyfriends hands before, and upon seeing them, felt I missed them the most. A long time ago.
I think of that and it makes me smile, knowing that I remember that.
My memories are my own. I like that.
I have never felt that someone has absorbed anything of me. Known me to look at me and remember the way I play with my hair during idle time. All they know is how much of a head case I was, and it's too bad. I think I make a much easier person to be with now then I have ever been, and again have reached a state of indifference about love and relationships. Thankfully, some friendships have survived in the end, and it makes me feel a little less embarrassed over my previous lack of control.
Much is yet to occur in my life. Or, not at all.
I mean, if you think about it, how do we know "it" will happen to everyone?
And how much time do we spend lying to ourselves?
And most importantly, how much time do we waste waiting for "that person" to complete us?
What used to have the potential to destroy me, rolls off my back.
I have no use and no time for silly things like that, I save my emotion for the real things in my life.
The things that you pay tribute to and respect by wrapping your emotions around it to keep it safe inside your heart.
It's my discretion. I've taken control.
I always think of how many things happen to be everyday. Big things, and I tell no one. I share my life with myself.
I am completely incapable of having a healthy romantic relationship with the opposite sex.
I don't know what I think or feel about that, or even if I really care. I don't know what it would be like to function like those perfect couples I see everyday, so I guess I don't know what I'm missing?
I might kill someone if I spent that much time with one person. I love you, but leave me alone?
Being in love eludes me. Has it always? I never know. The kind I want has anyway.
When two people have been in a relationship, when they have been together for awhile they get to know each other. They know how to feel around that person. Mannerisms, facial expressions, the way they move their hands, everything. And love them for it.
I have fallen in love with a boyfriends hands before, and upon seeing them, felt I missed them the most. A long time ago.
I think of that and it makes me smile, knowing that I remember that.
My memories are my own. I like that.
I have never felt that someone has absorbed anything of me. Known me to look at me and remember the way I play with my hair during idle time. All they know is how much of a head case I was, and it's too bad. I think I make a much easier person to be with now then I have ever been, and again have reached a state of indifference about love and relationships. Thankfully, some friendships have survived in the end, and it makes me feel a little less embarrassed over my previous lack of control.
Much is yet to occur in my life. Or, not at all.
I mean, if you think about it, how do we know "it" will happen to everyone?
And how much time do we spend lying to ourselves?
And most importantly, how much time do we waste waiting for "that person" to complete us?