amour est article truqué. Being a player isn't that great; I love to compete, I enjoyed the joy of winning. In my games, I set up my own rules. Rules nombre un: Never obey the rules. But since when I starting to break my own rules? Being a player, is fun, adventure, challenging, lonely, self-fish and so on. But who really cares? Don't you think the matter of fact is having fun and enjoy the life? décision difficile. Time flies, its been, how many years? Maybe the ship need to find a wharf for landing? Maybe is time.
Amour est? I’ve never been in a long distance relationship. I don’t think before I would have been strong enough to handle it. I have not broken down and had a cryfest since this has all manifested. I was very, very close two nights ago, bothered by other things, but I didn’t.
Are you supposed to cry? peut-être...... When was the last time I had a break down? Back in Cobleskill, I had ruined my own friendship with one of my best friend, Simone and separate from my ex, Justin. The friend thingy, it was hurt. Its feel like, someone had taken my heart away; like a living body without a soul. Well, shit happened. I failed, I cried, I learned, and I grew up.
Lately I’ve been generally unhappy. I’m starting to dislike my job more and more. My friends are stressful. I’ve been worrying about school. Financially I’ve been irresponsible, not paying attention to what I’m doing, not to think of what should I do. Decision wise? I have it, but waiting for the right timing to actually do it. On top of that, there is something going on with my family that I try not to think about or hypothesize what’s going on, but it isn’t good. Somehow I wish I grew up in an ordinary family, but I didn't and I'm not blaming it. What I had been go through have make me a real Jessica today. Without the scar, where's the ending? But still. Lack of security always been a "thing" around me. I live my life with a protective shelf......
I’m not usually the type of person that holes myself up somewhere and doesn’t talk to anybody, but that’s what I feel like doing. And I would be doing that if I was a person that could say “no” or “I can’t.”
And the people I actually want to spend time with that give me a sense of comfort live a bazillion miles away, driving my unhappiness even further.
I probably need to have a balls to the wall cry. I might. But I don’t think it will happen. I don't cry easily, if you did see me cried, congratulations.
I’m most afraid of getting hurt again.