You’re Allowed To Have Bad Days
You are allowed to not look forward to the rest of the day, or dread the inevitable interactions you will face throughout.
You are allowed to not look forward to the rest of the day, or dread the inevitable interactions you will face throughout.
But a real love does not do this to us, or for us. Instagram love is just a pretty love that keeps us lustful and greedy and never satisfied. I don’t want this false depiction of love in my life, or it’s insincerity in the lives of others. An Instagram love never impressed me because that’s all it ever tried to do.
We feel compelled to hide because we have yet to find someone who validates us as we are. But this only does harm to your mind and body. And what better person to support you than the one who knows you best; you.
So dare to be hurt. Allow disappointment to wash over you. Listen to someone despite your needs not being met. Garner new perspective.
Because let’s face it, more likely than not, you and I are the other 99%. And what the fuck is wrong with that? We keep the world turning with our efforts. Small daily efforts push us forward, not the incredible bounds and leaps of today’s most wealthy “leaders”.
Don’t show fear or uncertainty. You have to polish your acting skills if being calm in a crisis is not your forte. Keep a calm demeanor and a gentle expression on your face.
Loneliness will show you how to pay attention to your own voice, to trust yourself.
Somehow, the world is quick to dismiss the quiet ones. Their unassuming nature and agreeable gentleness is easy to overlook. But…
Slowly you started shutting everyone out until you were left with only the company of your disease. Since then, you don’t live a normal life anymore. You’ve lost all drive to exist as anything but the person who broke.
To whom it may concern, You seek the concrete, yet long for answers to questions asked, not yet asked, and still…