I will not seek the approval of those who only like me when everything goes right.
The people who'll stick with you when things go haywire; those are the people you want in your life. Everyone else can go.
I will not seek the approval of those who only like me when everything goes right.
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It doesn't matter if I stand alone sometimes.
It won't keep me from achieving my dreams. I HATE Google plus.
All the changes make me feel like I'm losing control on my privacy; even the privacy settings are too limited. You gotta be careful with false confidence. Sometimes it can let you down.
I threw a month away today. I wadded it up into a paper ball and I dropped it into the trash.
The thinness of my calendar does something to my gut. Because there is this month, and then one more, and then I will be 21. I can't be 21. I wasn't even a teenager. I wasn't even 20. I have nothing to show for my past two decades of life--nothing big or glamorous. When your eyes fall heavy on a train, and your breathing slows and head begins to droop, only your subconscious can tell that time is passing, the way you are passing through space, from point A to point B. But you don't know. When you open your eyes with a start from the jolt of the train as it rumbles on the tracks, you are suddenly in a whole new place. In the space of a second. My clock reads 9:01 PM, but my heart insists it is only afternoon, and there is still some day left to be lived. Time, unfortunately, is not in the habit of listening to me. Tomorrow, and all the days after, I’m gonna stand up straight and smile, because these same eyes that are not looking back at you are the same eyes that are gonna glow with the confidence of womanhood one day. Imma fake it till I make it, momma, And show the world that says it can't be done. On that day, when I felt like you didn’t believe in me... it hurt me something fierce. But someday, all the eyes and the mouths and the days that stole hope from me are gonna be nothing more than a distant memory. So here's to the day when all the things that I pretend you don't say won’t matter anymore. I know that it's foolish to idealize and romanticize, but there something in me that longs for genuine things. A genuine compliment, maybe, with no ulterior motive--no trying to break down boundaries that weren't meant to be broken yet.
I can't really explain what I feel when I see those videos on Youtube of the guys who pick up girls to show other guys how simple it is to pick up a woman. Those women are treated like disposable item. Those guys are looking for numbers to collect and then dispose of, not for relationships to build. Because what kind of relationship is built from a pickup line like: "Hey you, put your number into my phone"? And I get why they do it. I get why the girls go along with it. But we're missing something. We're missing something. This is what it screams to me: We're missing something here. We're missing respect. Respect and spontaneity. There is a pursuit, but it has a highly manufactured quality to it. A formula to go by. Steps to follow. They do it so often that it's like they could be following the steps in a self-help book. And they're teaching others how to do it. Teaching them that if they do this often enough, if they stick through with it, through the rejection, that they'll eventually get a yes, a number, a date. I know I have no right to tell anyone how they should live their life. Sometimes I barely have my own act together. You just gotta be careful that you're not increasing your confidence at the expense of others. But I'm just saying. That's how I feel. And I think that once a girl gets a taste of the real thing, they'll always know that with everything else, something is missing. Strange how a story can hold so much promise one second, and the next feel like nothing more than words hastily scribbled on a piece of paper.
These beautiful things fall apart so easily.
It was innocent and you thought you'd keep it, until the day you didn't. The things you do without thinking twice are gonna keep you up at night And leave the lonely ocean on your pillow. He said he wanted no one else but you He said he wanted no one else but you We can't ever fully know ourselves. Our feelings take us by surprise sometimes.
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