I do not identify as a girl anymore, I identify as a nuisance. an irritant. a fool and a problem. I wish we could be friends,close friends, ?...secret lovers
It's dawning on me that the people in my life genuinely care and notice when I'm even quieter than usual, which is saying something [tf is wrong with you. How come you love the unlovable*starts to cry*]
Forwarded from Unresolved Issues (Bonita)
I miss my parents for the years I spent not knowing them.
I miss my mom when she was 18, full of life, with no care or clue in the world about how the rest of her life would unfold. I miss my dad when he was 20, strong and filled with the fervor to conquer the world like only men in their youth can.
I miss my mother when she was 22, making friends and gossiping about her neighbors. I miss my dad when he was 24, promising my mom that he was going to give her the world.
I miss my mom when she was 26, raising her firstborn and having no clue about motherhood. I miss my dad when he was 28, playing with his little boy and going through life with steely determination in his bones.
I miss my mother when she was 30, raising two kids while trying to make ends meet, wondering what her 30s would look like. I miss my father when he was 32, working hard to give his family a good life, his hair starting to thin.
I miss my mother when she was 34, on birth control and starting a job as a secretary, excited to be out of the house and providing.
I miss my father at 33, 34, 35, 36, and all the consecutive years I spent not knowing him. I miss my mother at 35, 36, 37, 38, and all the consecutive years I spent worrying about my school grades and whether my clothes were washed—the years I spent not knowing her.
I miss my parents.
They are alive and well, thank God for that. And I hope they continue to be for as long as humanly possible.
But I miss them so much.
I miss the people they were. The people I never got to meet.
I have this deep desire to know them. To understand them.
For only then will I be able to truly appreciate the people they are and what they've been through.
I miss my mom when she was 18, full of life, with no care or clue in the world about how the rest of her life would unfold. I miss my dad when he was 20, strong and filled with the fervor to conquer the world like only men in their youth can.
I miss my mother when she was 22, making friends and gossiping about her neighbors. I miss my dad when he was 24, promising my mom that he was going to give her the world.
I miss my mom when she was 26, raising her firstborn and having no clue about motherhood. I miss my dad when he was 28, playing with his little boy and going through life with steely determination in his bones.
I miss my mother when she was 30, raising two kids while trying to make ends meet, wondering what her 30s would look like. I miss my father when he was 32, working hard to give his family a good life, his hair starting to thin.
I miss my mother when she was 34, on birth control and starting a job as a secretary, excited to be out of the house and providing.
I miss my father at 33, 34, 35, 36, and all the consecutive years I spent not knowing him. I miss my mother at 35, 36, 37, 38, and all the consecutive years I spent worrying about my school grades and whether my clothes were washed—the years I spent not knowing her.
I miss my parents.
They are alive and well, thank God for that. And I hope they continue to be for as long as humanly possible.
But I miss them so much.
I miss the people they were. The people I never got to meet.
I have this deep desire to know them. To understand them.
For only then will I be able to truly appreciate the people they are and what they've been through.
no one talks about how DIFFICULT it is to save a friend who is in love with someone who does not deserve it
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I'm anti social, yet social i don't speak first, but when someone speaks to me i will speak to them some days i'm really annoying and talkative other days i'm like a turtle in my shell, like nah today's not my day for socializing