Impatient. Insecure. Inadequate. Impersonal. Immoral. Immature. Injured. Irritable. Infernal. Irrational. Inconceivably incompetent. Irrevocably an insomniac.
Please don’t come telling me I am loved or that you’re “here” for me, or that it will get better. I know all of that already. And trust me when I say that I appreciate the gesture. Please understand that this is not a problem about how and what you feel about me, but rather a problem of my self-perception and identity. This is, if you want to call it, a (minor) quarter life crisis or self-evaluation… a struggle and journey of self-discovery and belonging—something which we all must experience and endure. I’m not in my best shape, but I’m still okay. And I publically and nonchalantly share these thoughts with you because I do not seek your noteworthy messages of encouragement towards me, but rather your subtle yet powerful spiritual aid FOR me. No need to talk to me about the overall situation, but there is definitely a need to talk to God on my behalf about these blessings in disguise. Thanks.It’s 2:30am. What the heck is going on in my head and why am I still awake? Geez!
am I the only one that thinks “I love you.” & “I’m in love with you.” are two totally different things
"I love you" means your heart has made a connection with that person.
"I’m IN love with you" means…
Hmm… Reflection on this coming soon
Y E S
IT IS GETTING BETTER
When I first read about this woman’s plan I thought it was a strong idea but I was worried that it was a little bit much for one person, no matter how dedicated, to keep it up for too long, especially since she has, you know, college to commit to. I never thought about how, if other people helped her carry her burden, I never thought about how much it would look like pallbearers with a coffin. Which is simply one of the strongest visual symbols one can use to disturb people in the western world.