I know my last post was depressing, and I’m still upset, but I’m reminded of the sermon I hear 2 weeks ago that my Grandpa did where he said: “All someone can do is wrong you. You are in control of how long you let it hurt you, how bitter you get over it, and how you let it affect your relationships.”
I don’t want to stay angry. It’s just I feel used and manipulated and I that was done to me for so long by some other friends that the last thing I need is that from you too.
I hate making people I love angry with me….I just want to do the right thing and keep my word and you’re gonna emotionally beat me up for it? How is that okay? I hate it when you do this….you only do it every once in a blue moon but it STILL sucks.
This is why I can’t open my heart to anyone.
Sometimes, when I’m on a road trip, I pass through these random small towns. And I can’t help but fall in love with them. It’s the idea that someone grew up there—that the town is all somebody knows. Their whole life is there, and yet, I can just pass through like it’s no big deal. Because it…
I always get really freaked out by how many people there is in the world when I’m on long bus journeys. Like, you go past so many random people, living their little lives, going about their day to day activities, you make eye contact for a split second, have so many questions about who they are, where they’re going, how they’re feeling, then bam, you’ll probably never see that person again.
(Source: loveismyjudge)
