everything is different now.
growing up is all there is. there is no longer any looking back.
it's time to make decisions.
it's time to give more credit to people when they deserve it.
i feel awful for him, i assume the worst in every situation, he never gets the benefit of the doubt. i suppose that's what he gets for choosing me.
it is too bad that people are punished for choosing me.
perhaps that is why i so rarely get chosen.
"no one will ever put you number one. so if you are putting someone else above yourself, all that means is that 2 people are looking out for that person, and no one is looking out for you."
that is a hard lesson to learn.
who knew you could grow out of a place. just like you grow out of clothes, out of people, out of interests.
what do you want?
i don't know. i have never known, but for the first time i am terribly interested in finding what i want, and getting it.
for me.
because i need to be something more than easy to talk to. something more than comfortable. because when that's all you are, you are nothing all by yourself. and i need to be something all by myself. i can't get through life by making sure i matter to someone else. i have to matter to me.
it is so much easier said than done.
he respects me. that is what is different about him - he respects me. and it is, whether i want to admit it or not, taking a toll on me, and helping me to respect myself.
but i don't need him, he's just helping. which is okay.
new friends.
something that i was so afraid of.
that i thought would over shadow, or take away from the old ones.
but they don't.
you need them. the new ones compliment the old ones. and i can have both.
i love so very easily.
it is both my strength and my weakness.
i am very good at people.
it is both my strength and my weakness.
i would do anything for the people that i love.
but i can't hate myself, when it is not up to me to help them.
when i can't fix them.
because sometimes, you need to be fixed by yourself. there can be no one else to help you.
but i hate that i have to sit back and watch her hurt.
self destruction comes in so many forms.
i hurt myself in so many ways.
i feel it happening. but i'm getting better at recognizing and understanding. and that helps me to stop it.
i spent the year growing up, and changing.
i spent the summer realizing it. dealing with it.
i love to create.
i love to analyse.
i love to perform.
i love to talk to people, to draw things out of them.
i love to comfort.
i love to matter.
but i can't need to matter.
because what if someday, i stop mattering to everyone.
because no matter how awful a thought that is, it is a possibility. and i still need to somehow matter to me. i can't let that ever go away. because if i do, then there is a chance i could break.
and it's such a waste to let ones self break.