the mess inside.
i think a lot of people make bad decisions based on the fear of not wanting to be alone. My mother called me today, stating that my grandmother was worried to death because Time Warner had continued to charge her for internet that she did not use (i used it when i lived there). She was worried because she thought my husband and i were going to get into a huge argument because of it. she said she just wanted me to live well. the thought, i just can't fathom a life being afraid to tell someone something, or be so worried about money. I feel like it's just this thing women are supposed to accept. or vise versa. submission to some type of ownership.
it's amazing the string of events that happen. that one last event that pulls the rest of the blindfold off of your face. unraveling this fucked up mis-communicated mess. these things snowball with what everyone says and puts into your head. this completed blown out of proportion idea of what happiness is. what people that love you think it is, and how hurt they are when you don't achieve this purchased level of happiness.
it's the mother and sweater theory. the one where the mother tells the daughter that it's cold outside and to put out a sweater. the daughter may not be cold. but it's insisted to the point where the daughter begins to feel guilty enough to put it on.
every time someone is angry with me, i think of them dead. that's what this tattoo is all about. and i always know it's time to leave when things start to break around the house. i guess i let society into my head again. no regrets. just stay strong.
it's amazing the string of events that happen. that one last event that pulls the rest of the blindfold off of your face. unraveling this fucked up mis-communicated mess. these things snowball with what everyone says and puts into your head. this completed blown out of proportion idea of what happiness is. what people that love you think it is, and how hurt they are when you don't achieve this purchased level of happiness.
it's the mother and sweater theory. the one where the mother tells the daughter that it's cold outside and to put out a sweater. the daughter may not be cold. but it's insisted to the point where the daughter begins to feel guilty enough to put it on.
every time someone is angry with me, i think of them dead. that's what this tattoo is all about. and i always know it's time to leave when things start to break around the house. i guess i let society into my head again. no regrets. just stay strong.