Just came to me; a stroke of genius, expectations are investments.
How are you supposed to live your life and maintain relationships if you absolutely don't have any? Maybe that's why my hope and faith in people have been so unwavering no matter how much I dislike my inability to kick this habit. I am a person who gives people too much credit and benefit of the doubt, who believes in people's potential too much, who has high standards and expectations. Yet, I know what I want. Possibly a flaw, but I refuse to settle for the lesser when I know I deserve the best. I am who I am. And as much fucked up I am, I still like who I am. I think that was just the first step in loving myself. Ooh I'm in a good mood today! And I look good! Finally some progress, go me!
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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