Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.
The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.
You found something special in your soul that they might still be searching for in themselves.
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.
People like that love company.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
Sometimes within minutes of posting, I turn around and do the exact opposite thing in my own life. Yeah. Exact opposite. Hi Blog. I’m Hypocrite.