I hate that I got attached To you To your smile To your laugh To your impatience To your witty jokes To the way you worry to much To the way you put passion into sports To the way you talk To the way you always complain about random things To the way you listened To the way your fingers fit perfectly intertwined with mine To the way you looked at me To you the way you made me feel To us
I don't know why But when ever I meet or see people I try to figure out the life that they hide I try to discover what they fear, what weakens them What personality they try hide, What person they are trying to fake Because I want to help them. People should not hide or be embarrassed of themselves. Being yourself is the best person that anyone can possibly be. I want to be the one that saves them from harming themselves, The one that will put a smile on their face, The one that will love them for who they are. Now I do not know why I do this.. Maybe it's because I want someone to repair me Someone who will come to me and say it will be okay Someone will always be there when I need them Someone who will accept me for who I am Someone to tell me they love Someone who will say that they are proud and happy to have me in their life Someone, anyone, who will appreciate me and never give up And maybe that person is you
On Halloween I went to a Haunted House with my best friend. I was so scared to go inside that we were waiting outside for so long that my mom, who was wating for us to go in, got out of the car. A scary guy with mask approached her outside to try to scare her, and when he came super close, she TICKLED him. TICKLED. And the guy just stood there clueless like wtf is this lady doing So whenever you are scared to go inside a scary place, think of me
I would awlays have these dreams at night where I was trapped somewhere, hurt, vulnerable, and I would scream for help but no voice would come out. The thing is, I would be trapped in a place where people were everywere, but no one stopped to listen or help. I would be so scared because I didn't to be heard or else someone would judge me or hurt me even more. I guess that's what happens in real life too. Sometimes people ask us how we are doing, but never vent to them how we really feel becuase we don't want to bother them. Or when we are hurt, but we don't want anyone to know because they will just bring you down even more. Maybe it's the other way around.When we don't take the time to just listen to others, not criticize, and accept them the way they are.
Honestly, I would just give up in the whole shaving process.I like being a gorilla. If you ever loose me in a crowd, all you need to do is ask everyone to lift up their legs and spot the forest in the middle them.
It's just that... I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.