how am I, you ask?
If it weren't for love, probably would have been back in austin by now. It has just been made clear to me that things are not as good as I thought they were going.
I moved over 500 miles outta state, around 8 hrs away from my family and friends to be with the man I love, only to realize that the rest of the world is out in attempt to conquer me, and when I'm sad or in need of care, there's no one standing next to me. When I need a shoulder to rest on or when I'm crying and need someone to hold me and tell me things will all come out okay in the end, it seems as though everyone in this place far from home has walked away from me. Who will help dry my tears when I cannot do it alone, and the one I love has abandoned me in my woe? As independent person as I am, I, too, need my heart to be held, as I hold others. Not to be pittied, but sympathized for.
But I have to stop worrying and pick myself up on my own, because I just have to get another job so maybe then I wont have time to cry. Apparently the woman who told me she was happy I could be here with Aaron wasn't so happy after all, and I know His father was a big influence on that, too. Such fakes. I hate fake people. Two-faced, lying, fakes that wants everyone on the outside to think they're just a perfect little family, when they're just as defected or flawed as the rest of the world.
I moved over 500 miles outta state, around 8 hrs away from my family and friends to be with the man I love, only to realize that the rest of the world is out in attempt to conquer me, and when I'm sad or in need of care, there's no one standing next to me. When I need a shoulder to rest on or when I'm crying and need someone to hold me and tell me things will all come out okay in the end, it seems as though everyone in this place far from home has walked away from me. Who will help dry my tears when I cannot do it alone, and the one I love has abandoned me in my woe? As independent person as I am, I, too, need my heart to be held, as I hold others. Not to be pittied, but sympathized for.
But I have to stop worrying and pick myself up on my own, because I just have to get another job so maybe then I wont have time to cry. Apparently the woman who told me she was happy I could be here with Aaron wasn't so happy after all, and I know His father was a big influence on that, too. Such fakes. I hate fake people. Two-faced, lying, fakes that wants everyone on the outside to think they're just a perfect little family, when they're just as defected or flawed as the rest of the world.