I’ve never understood people. How things are so mild to them. Nothing is intense. Everything is slightly colder or hotter than lukewarm. They lose so much passion. They’re feelings are so half of what they should be. There is so much that people keep hidden away from everyone else. Everyone keeps this appearance of I’m always happy… Everything is even. I understand emotional stability and not letting things get to you but for goodness sakes, feel something. Anything.
ummm. one friend. okay? is that too much to ask? one friend who is gonna stick up for me, stand by my side, let me vent, help bare my burdens and just have that sister friendship… I’ve had two, I stood by them through everything and when it got rough or when someone better was found… they were no where to be found, I left a church because of it. I left an entire family because of another. Not because I believe in running but because it’s more bearable to believe that if I were around they’d still pretend to care.
Additionally, I’m tired of people not understanding… its an age difference. People treat the situation like he or I are a serial killer. Not like we’re just two happy people who want to have a normal life together.
These things need to dissolve. I have no friends and I’m once again back to trusting no one. Great…
dating a man whose ex-girlfriends consist of a 6 foot model with the best tan and huge fake boobs and an actress from one tree hill is so easy…. not.
this is a crazy cool contest for photography… in italy!
my house is shaking, I’m going to open the window to hear and feel the rain and go to bed.
(Source: devotron, via millymonster16)
Through the broken I will find the beautiful... for I was made to love and be loved.
