I Don’t Know What It Feels Like To Not Be Lonely
I can wait to meet you, whoever you are. But until then, I’m lonely.
I can wait to meet you, whoever you are. But until then, I’m lonely.
We bend over backwards for the people we care about and give our 101%. It’s all or nothing. There is no halfway when it comes to this.
I am myself when I talk to them, no holds barred. A part of it may come from the anonymity of it all. You have the ability to be whoever you want to be — even if that means being yourself.
We learn to love the imperfections of the other and completes us, making us whole.
Ask yourself, why do you feel so undeserving of a good man? Why don’t you trust or believe him when he says nice things that you deserve to hear? Why are you afraid to let your guard down and let him in?
I’m rooting for him, his success, and his happiness. And despite all the pain I’ve caused him, I know he’s rooting for me too.
Society tells us that these years are the years we aren’t suppose to love ourselves. That these years are the ones where we go through the most changes, so of course we are destined to hate every minute of it. I don’t buy into that.
Not everyone needs to know the deepest parts of you. Some people just need a small piece of you.
Over the years, I became conditioned to the process – death, Twitter outrage, and then reflection. My sense of self warped as I came more into my African American roots; understanding what happens, will happen, and can happen to me.
1. She throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her own way. Her hockey team lost, which makes it time to smash in windows and steal nothing but Louis Vuitton bags and Pringles. Sounds a lot like retail therapy.