I am worth sticking around for.
Here’s to you who had the patience to listen to my endless and most random thoughts and I know I’m hard to put up with but you didn’t leave.
You guided me in the right direction, but you didn’t hold my hand. You told me it was okay to cry, but you didn’t wipe my tears.
Just like my mom is, I’ve found that I’m super controlling in the kitchen…
Their children never know the touch of love, lullabies that bring peaceful sleeps. They roam escaping family, an absent figure.
They are almost to the finish line as children now. I try now to just always be honest with them. To listen to what they want. To explain rather than argue. To let them ask questions about what sort of breed the “adult” really is and answer with the truth.
The friends who are always there for you. Devote your time to them, instead of aimlessly trying to spend time with people who make you worry that they won’t return your texts, or reciprocate your affection.
“At an incredibly deep, emotional level, I can appreciate Tarzan, Meet the Robinsons, The Land Before Time, The Lion King, and basically every Disney movie ever where someone was raised by someone other than the one who birthed them. Now pass the tissues.”
Love yourself and your body. This is so so important. Stop looking at instagram and the media, these people are not real, these people are not what you should idealize. We all have unique stories, experiences, quirks and strengths.
See, the talk always seems to be about you. The focus is always on you. How are you doing? How are you feeling? Well, I have myself to ask how I am doing, how I’m feeling.