I’ve never had anyone who has truly stuck by my side the way I have for others. When I was going through procedures and chemo, I often was alone in the hospital. I did have visitors which was nice, but no one really sat down and kept me company. And as for boyfriends…they never cared or at least showed it. It bothers me that people can’t handle me as my sick self. They’re willing to party and laugh with me but when it comes down to my health condition, I’m on my own fighting this battle. It gets depressing. And exhausting. Maybe God knows I’m better off fighting alone. Or maybe He knows that they simply aren’t the right people to expect such a thing so He’d rather me not get hurt. I always pray that the Lord will introduce me to better friends, genuine people who will sincerely care about my well being and encourage me. Actually, I’m at the point where I’m content by myself so much that it throws people off. No one will know what I’ve endured except me and the man upstairs.
“You walked away from me. You just left me standing there, on my own. I showed you the real me and you did nothing. I gave you my heart and you broke it in pieces. So don’t ask me if I’m okay, because honestly, you know I’m not.”—(via wordsandlyrics)
After a while, you learn the subtle difference, and between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning, and company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts,and presents aren’t promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. And learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. And after a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure…That you really are strong, and you really do have worth. And you learn and learn…with every goodbye, you learn. - Veronica A. Shoffstal
You know, I’m all for womanly freedom and the right to do or say whatever you please.
But it irks me sometimes when a girl doesn’t even know how to act lady like (e.g. cussing all the time, speaking like she spent her whole life surrounded by illiterate idiots, dressing like she won a 1,000,000 dollar shopping spree to hypebeast kingdom).
I don’t know.
I guess my image of women is still based on being delicate, graceful, and beautiful.
It’s refreshing to know that there’s still young men who know what to value in a woman.
This movie was surprisingly good. I thought it’d be cheesy and only for menopausal, divorced women (like my mom) but it was funny and relateable. Is that sad? I’m a 21 year old female that can relate to movies about divorced women finding themselves. -_____- I wish I could take a trip around the world to eat, pray and love.