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i think people forget that all they are is their word. people can't read minds, or understand feelings, unless they're somehow expressed.
it's a concept that i struggle with everyday and am constantly working on.
all i ever hope / expect from anyone is that they're going to do what they say they'll do. and i don't feel like that's much. and despite living by it, i seem to lose touch with everyone, including myself. or maybe they're losing touch with me. lately, it's felt more like the latter.
i really believe i know myself now better than i ever have. and i'm happy with who i am. i'm a good person. and i guess i'm too naive to understand why other people aren't. every day i think about what my idea of a good person must be when compared to others'. clearly the perspectives aren't the same.
and i'm rambling and nothing is changing.
i'd prefer to be writing all of this in my other journal, but i have a feeling that my mother has started to lurk it. even her reading what i'm thinking is too much.
it's a concept that i struggle with everyday and am constantly working on.
all i ever hope / expect from anyone is that they're going to do what they say they'll do. and i don't feel like that's much. and despite living by it, i seem to lose touch with everyone, including myself. or maybe they're losing touch with me. lately, it's felt more like the latter.
i really believe i know myself now better than i ever have. and i'm happy with who i am. i'm a good person. and i guess i'm too naive to understand why other people aren't. every day i think about what my idea of a good person must be when compared to others'. clearly the perspectives aren't the same.
and i'm rambling and nothing is changing.
i'd prefer to be writing all of this in my other journal, but i have a feeling that my mother has started to lurk it. even her reading what i'm thinking is too much.