My OperaBreak another little bit of my heart now, darling.
Saturday, April 9, 2011 9:51:20 AM
It's easier for outsiders to tell you what to do when they are not the one experiencing any of it.
Sometimes I regret opening up. Letting out personal information will only, in the end, be used against you. But to suck it all in. To suck in all the pain inside my tiny little heart, sew it up nicely with a black thread into a pretty little knot, tend to drive me up the wall after a while.
You are like a drug. Addictive yet destructive.
But why do I have to be the only one who have to take it all in? I wasn't the only wrong party. I wasn't. Ego, perhaps. Men and their ego. They go hand in hand. Just like us women and shopping. You know, even that is nothing in comparison. Worst case scenario, your savings will go downhill. But men and their ego. Worst case scenario, you ruin the relationship.
I am a little insecure. I am short-tempered. I am often very moody. I am blunt. I am out of control and hard to handle. I make mistakes. I acknowledge my mistakes. So why can't you? Acknowledge it. Learn from it. Move on.
Despite my crazy antics, I am not that heartless.
I believe everyone deserves another chance because I know what it's like to not get any. I know what it's like to be judged without having a chance to justify myself. I know what it's like to be pushed away, to be rejected, to be ignored by people who will not open themselves up to give another chance.
Despite my crazy antics, I am not that mean.
I forgive. Easily. Maybe it's because of how I was brought up. Taught to forgive one another, no matter how bad the matter is.
Maybe I am silly to believe in this; to believe in forgiveness, to believe in chances, to believe in love. Maybe I am only dreaming. Maybe this is only a dream. Maybe reality is parallel to a dream.
Sometimes I regret opening up. Letting out personal information will only, in the end, be used against you. But to suck it all in. To suck in all the pain inside my tiny little heart, sew it up nicely with a black thread into a pretty little knot, tend to drive me up the wall after a while.
You are like a drug. Addictive yet destructive.
But why do I have to be the only one who have to take it all in? I wasn't the only wrong party. I wasn't. Ego, perhaps. Men and their ego. They go hand in hand. Just like us women and shopping. You know, even that is nothing in comparison. Worst case scenario, your savings will go downhill. But men and their ego. Worst case scenario, you ruin the relationship.
I am a little insecure. I am short-tempered. I am often very moody. I am blunt. I am out of control and hard to handle. I make mistakes. I acknowledge my mistakes. So why can't you? Acknowledge it. Learn from it. Move on.
Despite my crazy antics, I am not that heartless.
I believe everyone deserves another chance because I know what it's like to not get any. I know what it's like to be judged without having a chance to justify myself. I know what it's like to be pushed away, to be rejected, to be ignored by people who will not open themselves up to give another chance.
Despite my crazy antics, I am not that mean.
I forgive. Easily. Maybe it's because of how I was brought up. Taught to forgive one another, no matter how bad the matter is.
Maybe I am silly to believe in this; to believe in forgiveness, to believe in chances, to believe in love. Maybe I am only dreaming. Maybe this is only a dream. Maybe reality is parallel to a dream.
Diannedia0427 # Saturday, May 21, 2011 1:43:01 AM