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Don't cry, Sunshine. The rain will pass.
I need to stop this nonsense. Haha. Jesus help me. It hit me today that although it's not the root of it, a fair amount of this hurt comes from knowing. Three months ago I was giving advice to Gibby that he doesn't need a woman to make him happy. All he really needs is himself. I was confident. I was alone (more or less). I was secure. I was a strong independent black woman that didn't need a man. I was fine. Yeah, sure I was growing weary of the men that only wanted me for my vag. But I was fine. Three months ago I didn't know what I was missing. And now I do. Now. It's three months later, after the good times and a few not so good. But mostly good. Great. Fantastic, even. It's been three months of memories in the making. And great memories. Fresh ones to haunt me until this dulls and hopefully fades away. I know I'll be Ohkay. I'm resilient. I can take it. But still. I was falling. Happily. I had someone who appreciated me. Who wanted me. And who I could return the feeling for, and now I don't. Now I have a fresh batch of warm memories that the embers of which will burn out soon. And it sucks to watch it die. To be surrounded by supportive friends that can't give you the support of a companion. That can't mend the ache for companionship. They just can't. It sucks balls. But man, does he have some gorgeous eyes.. Jesus. I could swim in them for a lifetime and never get tired of it. "there must be perfect words, for feeling alone around the people that love you. --But I'd be fine if I could just shake this feeling. That all I am is spinning out of control"
And it’s slowly becoming clear that your friends and your family can’t bear to tell you that they’ve been watching as you get worse all these years. And it’s still there, the rising fear that your dependence is more than your share, and you’re one step closer to nowhere near.
Stand Stagger//Make Do And Mend
Make Do and Mend- Stand Stagger
But I'll be fine if I could shake this feeling
That all I am is spinning out of control
But I’m coming clean. And there’s not much room to breathe between my inconsistencies and the constant reminder that I’ve always been this weak. But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling that all I am is spinning out of control. Tonight it’s hard not to feel like a failure when I count the scars on my fingers and know there’s nowhere else to go.
But I’m coming clean. And there’s not much room to breathe between my inconsistencies and the constant reminder that I’ve always been this weak. But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling that all I am is spinning out of control. Tonight it’s hard not to feel like a failure when I count the scars on my fingers and know there’s nowhere else to go.
Make Do And Mend - Stand/Stagger