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Small girl, big dreams.
مكتوب: I grew tired of arguing with people, getting mad at people, and... ›
I grew tired of arguing with people, getting mad at people, and explaining myself to people. I’m too much of a kindhearted fuck sometimes because I can so easily see both sides of a position and effortlessly let go of my frustration. I have too much empathy, too much tolerance. If I reach the…
I’m all for going out and having an adventure somewhere, but I know you’re a real ride or die when it comes to being at home and how you react to how I am when I’m not in public. Because 99.9% of the time, at home I’m with my siblings… And that’s when shit gets real. Like imitating Stuart from Mad TV, or seeing how much I excessively drink chocolate milk, how I always play movies I don’t always give my full attention to, or me singing The Little Mermaid’s “Part of Your World.” If you can accept how simple and low maintenance I am when I’m at home, then I could love you forever. No just kidding. Kind of.
Some people, they can’t just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me.. I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just.. something that happened. And like that hole, I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and moving on at the same time.
I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.
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