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And so we love.
Despite of our past.
Despite of ourselves.
Despite everything.
We continue on, day after day searching for the right person.
Continually holding our heart in our hands crying out, "Here's my heart world! It's beating! It needs a home!"
I've been trying to branch out lately.
In every aspect
The phrase "stop caring" implies apatheticism, but it's the opposite. I'm, instead, actively seeing my inhibitions, looking them straight in the eyes, and saying, "Fuck you,"
I feel like later in life I will look back on this period one of 2 ways:
It's either my "stupid, rebellious college phase" or it will be viewed as this epic turning point in my life. Like, "remember freshman year of college when you finally stopped worrying so fucking much, and started becoming the not- giving- a- shit, free, independent person you are today."
Either of those choices, I realize, are utter hyperbole-- I'm not that rebellious, nor will I ever be that carefree, but the latter is a nice goal to strive for right?
Despite of our past.
Despite of ourselves.
Despite everything.
We continue on, day after day searching for the right person.
Continually holding our heart in our hands crying out, "Here's my heart world! It's beating! It needs a home!"
I've been trying to branch out lately.
In every aspect
The phrase "stop caring" implies apatheticism, but it's the opposite. I'm, instead, actively seeing my inhibitions, looking them straight in the eyes, and saying, "Fuck you,"
I feel like later in life I will look back on this period one of 2 ways:
It's either my "stupid, rebellious college phase" or it will be viewed as this epic turning point in my life. Like, "remember freshman year of college when you finally stopped worrying so fucking much, and started becoming the not- giving- a- shit, free, independent person you are today."
Either of those choices, I realize, are utter hyperbole-- I'm not that rebellious, nor will I ever be that carefree, but the latter is a nice goal to strive for right?