Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.
You found something special in your soul that they might still be searching for in themselves.
“I’m not sleeping. I saw everything. That guy did the thing before to the other guy.”
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.
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
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.