December 2010
3 posts
Blinded.
Sometimes if I cover my face just right, so that only a part of me shows, I can pretend that I am somebody else. My eyes would belong to an Egyptian princess and my mouth to a Greek goddess- both powerful women who might have had meaning and ambition in their life. But once the hand falls from my face I am just myself again and the unsatisfactory seeds growing inside the pit of my stomach cause me...
Onward.
So, I guess I did it. For Christmas I’d like the gift of bravery so that I can get through the holidays without wanting to hold his hand or hear his voice every night before I go to sleep. I just want to be strong enough for myself so that I can move on out of this cyclical relationship and eventually find somebody/something steady. It hurts like a biiitchhh, but hey- that doesn’t...
Stuck.
I think I need a therapist. And I’m not even kidding. I feel like the smallest things make me so irritated when it comes to relationships. If I don’t get what I want, I don’t want it at all. It’s only recently that I’ve come to learn how to compromise and even then I’m still not getting it right. My friends say they’ve seen me jump from guy to guy, even if...