This whole cold indifference is grating away at my self control. The warm arms of the only coping mechanism I've known to work are reaching for me. When I feel like I'm fallling, it seems the only arms there to embrace me, are those of what is most unhealthy for me. Jumping over these potholes I can't afford to fall into. No matter what "punishment
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I used to think it was harder to be happy and easier to be sad ... but then I realized that's like saying it's harder to keep my eyes open than it is to keep them closed.
You're blessed with so much beauty throughout, Lia. Perhaps the world just needs to find its sunglasses because you shine so bright when you're beautiful *and* happy.
I'm not a very articulate person :/ but I wish you all the best in the world because you deserve every ounce of it!
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AS YOUR SELF APPOINTED SPONSOR, I RESENT THE IMPLICATION THAT THE DISORDER IS WARMER THAN I AM OR THAT IT GIVES BETTER HUGS THAN I DO. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT MAKES YOU HAVE COLD HANDS. AND I GIVE GREAT HUGS. WHICH ARE FREELY AVAILABLE. (Ilu.)
I have more will than that. I value myself as a person more than that.
Please to be hanging onto that. And you always have a safe place with me. Know that.
So yeah. And I am going to keep repeating these things to you in person. ♥
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