Sep 28, 2018
Bastille at The Wiltern 24 Sept 2018
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Bastille at The Wiltern 24 Sept 2018
And this is when we fall apart.
HKB
Beneath
People think that I'm the confident, loud one. But if you scratch beneath the surface, you'll find an abyss of insecurity and anxiety. I have hurt so many people I love and care about because of the jealousy and insecurity I feel throughout my daily life. The fear of being left for someone else paints me a color that even I, myself, do not find valuable. Today I decide that I am going to change that. I am not going to let anyone's decision define my self worth. If someone choses to leave, then I am not the person he needs and I will have to live with that. Because a person who will leave me is not a person I need either. I need to start loving myself and only then, can I truly start loving others.
I feel so lost.
As a bridge is built from both ends, a relationship requires the efforts of both parties. Invest in the people who care enough to meet you in the middle.
You question everything they do. You wonder the meaning behind every single action. You give them all your attention and hope they’ll do the same, and then you freak out when they don’t. The thing is, most of the times, they never do. Because the people you love don’t love you the same way you love them. But you can’t understand. No matter how hard you try to understand them, you can’t. Maybe one day you’ll find someone who is patient enough to walk through your anxieties with you. To not blame you for them but find them beautiful and find you a good enough reason to strive for.
Matanuska Glacier, Alaska
Silly me, for thinking this could be different; for thinking you were different.
And maybe, it was just the little girl inside of me hoping that I was finally worth fighting for. When obviously, you didn’t think so.
You don’t understand how much it stings me every time you come and go; as if I am a boiling pot of kettle that is too hot to touch, and holding on for more than a few seconds could burn.
Well lucky for you, the fire inside of me is dying down and I think that I’ve lost myself.
hkb.