It has been the longest time.
I lack excuses, therefore I write simply to air out my human frustrations. It frustrates me that these things frustrate me, but I am only human and cannot choose what affects me.
Is it so wrong to love? To want to be loved and cherished?
They say if you find that person early, it gives you more time to spend with them
They never remind you that you can never be absolutely sure and the sum of your mounting experiences will determine that.
To be miserable in love is a wretched affliction I would not wish upon my enemy.
For some people, love is their whole being…that romantic wistful dreamy love.
Not the realistic, heart-wrenching love with its ups and downs that make even the strong reject their feelings.
Am I too young to know such a love? That is yet to be seen
I know how I feel about my Mother, my Father and my Brother
I know how I feel about chocolate, jewelry, and every Matthew McConaughey movie I’ve seen.
I love certainty, order and for things to be what they are.
I love to be clear and for people to be just as clear with me.
I do not like feeling unimportant to someone who has told me that I am of the utmost importance.
I do not like feeling betrayed, irrational and controlling.
There are no words to convey my exact state, only that I prefer to be happy.
Happy suits me.
I do not want to feel or be miserable in love.