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| I think I may be developing a slight attraction to my boyfriend's friend. FUCKING SHITNESS! I don't want to. I shouldn't. Everything is going fine. Perfect. Great.
All of a sudden when I was mixing a song, I stopped and had this scary longing for him. It wasn't natural.
Ok, ok. It will all pass. I'm just tired and stressed. Nothing will happen. I promise myself. It's just a phase. I'm good.
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| Don't judge.
Be thoughtful.
Keep it to yourself.
Give the utmost respect.
That is who you are. Be nice to everyone. It is their own fault if you lose respect for them. It is their own fault if they act like a bitch to you. There is no reason for hate if you are kind to them.
Show no attitude.
Silence; hands behind back.
Pay attention to everything that is said to you.
No matter what, be nice.
It is better to have more friends than enemies. You never know when you need friends to be there for you. They have no right to judge you when you are always nice.
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They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. A commonly used phrase. What does it mean- really- though?
Most people say they date a person for their personality, not their looks.
They lie.
If that were true, there would be more "missed matched" couples.
They ugly with the beautiful; the short with the tall; black with white with everything in between.
Love would not be relative. The body would be treated as a temple, and the mind as god.
People would smile and laugh more often, and maybe there would be world peace.
Instead of love being relative, why not beauty.
Shapes of noses and eyes, XS or XL, black white blue green.
The mind is a sacred entity that is oblivious to all.
Recent en devours have made me realize that beauty is comparative. Smiling is necessary. Laughing is inevitable. And happiness is a byproduct.
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| I am so worried there is going to be another repeat of Brendan and my friends.
To give you a little background on that comment here is the shortened version of the story.
I left my friends to spend all the time i could with Brendan. As a result, when he broke up with me, I didn't have a lot of friends. Well, they kinda resented me for it.
Now I have a new boyfriend. Yes, it's true. And even though it hasn't been a month, I am starting to losing contact with my friend. Just today I had to blow them off. (Well that is more because of my mom and school than anything else.)
But here are my personal complaints to myself. (Non should be repeated)
I really wish he was younger. Sometimes I actually do see the age difference in our faces.
I sometimes wish he didn't have his kid, as much as I like her, she is a little brat and annoys me sometimes. This also restricts our alone time.
All we do is have sex! Yes I am complaining about having sex all the time! To most women, and men, they wouldn't be. But I don't have that big of a sex drive. Honestly, with all guys, I get bored of the physical stuff extremely fast.
He scares me sometimes. He gets road rage, well rage in general, very easily. He freaks me out with his stories of beating up people.
He calls me ALL THE TIME! I love you and all, but if you call me every single second of the day, I'm not going to have anything to say to you at the end of it.
Yet with all these things, I am happy I know and love him. Just I need to step back, I mean, it hasn't even been a month yet!
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| I haven't felt this way in a while. I was in a dreamy state while driving home and I didn't realize it. <br>I kissed him goodbye and <i>it lingered</i>. <br><br>It hasn't lingered in such a long time. There is a sense of calming and tranquility that you do not realize until too late. Then you are trapped. And you want to run out of you car and go up and kiss him but u can't cause people are going to get pissed at you.<br><br>Then you come to a realization that you are in a dream state and it is exactly that: a dream state. You can't shake it for a while then realize what you are doing and how stupid you are. <br><br>That is how I am right now. Love is non existent, so why should i resort to the same tactics I used when I believed in it? <br>Could this be a new beginning for the broken hearted girl? It can't be! The broken hearted girl forgot what that four letter word meant a long time ago. <br><br><br><br><font size="2" color="red"><i><b>But it lingered...</b></i></font>
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