It's all a fascade
When you're hurt, like a true heartache (at the risk of sounding like a melodramatic teenager), it's really hard to pretend you're okay. You can't push things to the side and pretend they never happened when it had that much of an impact on you, and your emotions. I worry, a lot and I stress a lot and maybe/probably/MORE than likely more than I should for someone at my age. But that's just who I am I guess, I don't like things not being in my control because I am only of those people that feels like things will run that much smoother if I have the reigns. It's hard for me to realize that with some things I have to relinquish that power and let life take control. If you believe in a higher power, you have to allow that belief to rule a little bit; I believe you do control your own destiny/future for the most part, but in times like these patience really is a virtue. You can't control another person ... not in any way shape or form can you control their true feelings and thoughts, or actions for that matter. People tell you to put it out of your mind, like they are fully empathetic and can completely relate, but if they really could, they would know it's just
not.
that.
easy.
Some times I feel like I'm okay, but I guess it comes in waves. Stupid healing process. But people wonder why I am guarded with my feelings, and I guess this whole ordeal is a prime example. I just want for things to get better, but I feel like I am the only one that wants that.
not.
that.
easy.
Some times I feel like I'm okay, but I guess it comes in waves. Stupid healing process. But people wonder why I am guarded with my feelings, and I guess this whole ordeal is a prime example. I just want for things to get better, but I feel like I am the only one that wants that.