c'est la vie.
I'm so tired of over-analyzing everything. lol...the mental picture seems pathetic. Of me sitting here fretting, him sitting there doing everything in his power to not be affected and yet still stressing out.
Here is my solution.
I'm going to stop thinking about it at all, and simply let "what will be, will be."
Let God take control, truly rip the control away from my hands.
I'm going to start living for myself and not for someone else. Do what makes me happy. Not be so damn affected!
Wildly, I have fantasies of myself deleting my MySpace and Facebook, getting a new phone number, boldly trying out a new hairstyle, flirting with boys that show off their motorcycles, making new friends, and not caring.
But see, the trick to it is to remain Laura Lawson and not start acting fake, but to evolve into LAURA LAWSON. I know it sounds repetitive, but I didn't ask you to read this.
Here is my solution.
I'm going to stop thinking about it at all, and simply let "what will be, will be."
Let God take control, truly rip the control away from my hands.
I'm going to start living for myself and not for someone else. Do what makes me happy. Not be so damn affected!
Wildly, I have fantasies of myself deleting my MySpace and Facebook, getting a new phone number, boldly trying out a new hairstyle, flirting with boys that show off their motorcycles, making new friends, and not caring.
But see, the trick to it is to remain Laura Lawson and not start acting fake, but to evolve into LAURA LAWSON. I know it sounds repetitive, but I didn't ask you to read this.