“To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.”
there seems to be this consensus where everyone thinks that I, Marian Mion, am this really strong girl. I’d really like to know where this came from.
Because
Sometimes I get upset, and sometimes I’m afraid of things.
Sometimes I don’t let people in, for fear of getting hurt.
Sometimes I lie and say I’m fine, when I’m really not.
Sometimes I still think about him and what used to be, even though on the outside I say good riddance.
Sometimes I lie, and tell everyone a funny story while inside I’m really crying.
Sometimes I just want someone to comfort and hold me, though I shy away from sympathy hugs.
Sometimes I just want someone to listen, and for once not change the subject the first chance they get.
Sometimes I really hate pity, and people who pretend to know what I’m going through when there is no way they could.
Sometimes my faith falters, when I really don’t want or mean it to.
Sometimes I have doubts that I’m pretty, or good looking, or skinny. In reality it shouldn’t matter, but society tells me that’s a lie.
The truth is I’m not as strong as everyone thinks I am, I get tired of trying to put on a brave face, and I love having someone with me to lean on, even though everyone tells me to lean on myself first.
Some random thoughts of mine if you wish to read. I sometimes find myself thinking way too much and figure I need to write it down, and this is the result.
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