When I really get to know people, I feel less and less guilty for my past mistakes. At least I’m trying to better myself instead of sitting in a pile of my own pity, playing the same role of victim day in day out. Today I honestly feel like every decision, has been the right one for me because I’ve grown from it.
I am more confident, strong, and realistic than I have ever been. Not that I don’t make mistakes, humans are fallible, but when you accept that things get easier. I know these next few years are going to be something special.
Bring on Washington D.C. and the next chapters.
I want my life to be this
A Period of Juvenile Prosperity - Mike Brodie
10 years. 80,000 km travel distance.
46 states. 170 freight train.
Encounter with countless fellow.
Do you think that those you miss still think of you?
I really hope so, but I highly doubt it. I miss a lot of people and some of the people who have left my life is because I’ve made mistakes. So i hope so but honestly, most people are lucky to be rid of me, at times in my life i’ve been poisonous.
But life and people move on, people just need to accept that i guess. Even when it’s a struggle.
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thanks for submitting but its not really my thing.
u were dead peng blond, u shuld go back to it : )
RICKAY C I take it! Only you would use ‘dead peng’ haha xx
The world is full of good people, if you can’t find one, be one.
"I need to be desired and your desire alone does not fulfil me. Your desire alone barely stifles the hunger, and though I’d like to, and it would be customary of me to do so, I cannot alone take all the fault for that. Whatever desire you have, you do not express it. I know that you are not articulate, but I have been patient with you so long only to find that you do not struggle solely with expressing yourself through words, but with expressing yourself at all. It’s been such an awfully long time now and yet still you’ve never told me that you love me any other way but by saying it. While that might be enough for other women, it is not enough for me. You know I need metaphors and little presents and secret notes and body heat. You know I need you to crave me so desperately that you pull me apart when I’m close enough. I ask a lot of you because you mean something to me.”