To whoever is listening,
I hope you’re well. I am doing quite alright for myself. Taking care of things, living life, trying to get by.
25, what on earth am I going to do?
Listening to the world complain as I try not to but seem to, I have come to realize that my heart is consumed in something I never really realized.
I hate answering questions. I don’t know if I’m dating, I don’t know if I’m with someone. Honestly I like being by myself but in the company of those who make it good company. Why is it such a big deal? Why do people care so much?
I have trust issues, oh yeah oh yeah. I mean, I dont like to talk about feelings because I don’t like awkward. I would rather push them aside for when the time is right. I catch myself thinking about others more than I think of myself. Why? Because I’m a lover. I love to love.
I don’t like to use that word, I don’t know how. I’m so taken back by the thought of love. EVEN THOUGH, I wish someone could love me.
It’s tough, I’m tough. I may also be a little insecure, crazy, temperamental. 😔. Confidence is a huge deal and well, I had it. Then I thought about how I felt, if they felt the same. I don’t like to speak up. I shouldn’t have to.
I despise the feeling of being ‘played’. Talk about the worst feeling ever. When you know it, but you just don’t say anything. But then is that insecurities getting in the way?
I am a wonderful, strong willed woman with ambitions, goals, and standards. I am full of so much love it’s sickening.
I feel even telling you I miss you crosses a line that should not be crossed unless guided by you.
La la la la love, oh.