Finally, all is as it should be.
I am content.
Now to figure this out…
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Love isn’t about finding someone and making them perfect. Love is about finding someone and seeing past the bad stuff and having that person be your image of perfection. Even though it might have been rough, you know the person that they are. I wouldn’t change that for the world. I know I might get hurt. We as humans open ourselves up to being hurt any time we enter into a relationship of ANY form, even friendships. Life isn’t about running from potential pain, it’s about finding the potential reward and taking the risks. Without pain and heartbreak, pleasure and happiness wouldn’t feel the same.
Am I being played?
Why do I spend hours a week talking to people who I likely never will meet and doing everything I can to help?
I do it for the people who are ostracized and pushed away from everybody else. I do it for the ‘different’ people who people want to talk about. I do it for the people who tell themselves lies just because they’re so used to hearing everyone else tell them the same.
I am SICK and TIRED of hearing my peers gang up on someone and speculate about that persons past. I’m DONE hearing that someone is ‘weird’ or that someone ‘doesn’t belong here’.
Enough is enough! Grow the fuck up.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here],