Si je suis très simple et facile à comprendre, pourquoi est-ce que tu ne comprends pas? Je ne te devrais pas avoir besoin de consoler. Si vous êtes frustré et avoir moi abandonner, tu devrais arrêter de me causer de se sentir coupable quand je suis parler. Je voudrais compréhension à partir de tu.
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”—Anaïs Nin (via withalllmylove)
I was laying in bed getting all sleepy— to the point of completely passing out— and a thought entered my brain…”Did I brush my teeth?” I couldn’t remember. So I ambled into the bathroom and did. And now I’m wide awake and burning some lovely incense in a misguided attempt to lull myself to sleep.
I just spent seven hours (give or take) talking to my friend cursive. His high just crashed and I’m still up and wide awake. At least I got a two hour nap yesterday. Three steps forward and two steps back.