live the life you love
sometimes you see this person, maybe it's someone you meet somewhere or it's just someone who exists in you fantasy, together with the real you. this person, is your own better self. the better you.
sometimes you meet this person, take a look and realize how big of a difference there is between this person and the person you really are. that happened to me today. in my head, this person also coexists with another person, the person i don't want to be. in this case, this person does exist in real life. it's someone who, taught me a lot of good things, but who also taught me that crying is a bad thing, a weak thing, and, the same way you would treat a dog when you don't want to encourage a dog when it behaves wrongly, by comforting it when it's scared of the thunder, you don't comfort someone who's sad. ezpecially not someone who's crying. the result of this is that when this person, in real life, is genuinly sad and upset, the better me wan't so comfort this person, but the other me, the person i really don't want to be is just thinking of all of those times when I never got comforted when I needed it.
And I'm in the middle of these to people, confused, not knowing wich side to pick.
Doesnt make much sense, does it?
Well I'm off to bed.
sometimes you meet this person, take a look and realize how big of a difference there is between this person and the person you really are. that happened to me today. in my head, this person also coexists with another person, the person i don't want to be. in this case, this person does exist in real life. it's someone who, taught me a lot of good things, but who also taught me that crying is a bad thing, a weak thing, and, the same way you would treat a dog when you don't want to encourage a dog when it behaves wrongly, by comforting it when it's scared of the thunder, you don't comfort someone who's sad. ezpecially not someone who's crying. the result of this is that when this person, in real life, is genuinly sad and upset, the better me wan't so comfort this person, but the other me, the person i really don't want to be is just thinking of all of those times when I never got comforted when I needed it.
And I'm in the middle of these to people, confused, not knowing wich side to pick.
Doesnt make much sense, does it?
Well I'm off to bed.
