Are You Having Trust Issues?
My best friend does. I think I do have a bit of it, too.
My best friend does. I think I do have a bit of it, too.
Once you had a dream. You wished to be free. You fought your battles. They were hard and long. You woke up. That night. It was. Just a dream. You dreamed you’ved dreamed. Obviously, you’re confused. Your mind had nothing else to do. You wander. At times, you plunder. You hold yourself against anyone. You…
A movie done. A holiday. It’s yet too early. Nothing to do Nothing to share Just. A disturbed mind. Thoughts running From here and there. No place to hide No chance to weep. Everything’s foggy. You’ve got nothing left But A disturbed mind. What do you do? What do I do? She’s all out there….
Employers assume that employees have well-organized lives. In short, we’re supposed to be robots. Bossess assume that we don’t feel a rush when certain random but meaningful ideas come out of our minds. We simply stay here in our cubicles and exercise robotship. That’s not too lovely to hear, but it is nearer to what…
You ponder. You imagine. You envision. A life. Sometimes. It is just not easy. But you got to get going anyway. You feel. All the blues. Wishing. It was all snowy white. Inside. Out. But. You realize. You need to keep on. You got to show. You need to go on. Because. She’s there. She…
My life has been a mess. And to be honest, right now I do feel I’m hopeless. Someone seems to be tidying me up—or out—of her life. Stumbled, Again Earlier this year (2019), I had a resolution. I was “getting rational about an impossible romance.” So, I thought everything was going to be fine. That…
I’m seriously afraid I’m going to get ice cold now as I try to become more rational about our apparently impossible romance. Complications: we’re both girls and I like you, but I’ve never been certain about how you feel. You see, I was just done placing all my cards on the table. I just said, “I…
You’re my best friend. We’re both girls. And I know this might sound crazy, but I do love you, Thea. Now if in some parallel-not-so-parallel world I’m a guy and you’re just you, I will marry you. Now let me talk to you, my Thea, in this very post. My Crazy Love’s Wish I wish…
For the record, I think I’ve been a not-secret secret-ish lover. She had hints but I’m not so sure. Now the past few days have been particularly hard for me to swallow. I’ve been extremely jealous. And yes, over my very best friend. I think I’m in love with her, and I know it’s quite…
You’re together but you’re not. Her hands on her phone. Too busy to communicate for real. It’s such a painful communication gap. I hate it. She even forgot that she promised to eat dinner with you. Anyway, she’s already full. How could she care? Besides, she’s so fond of her new-found friend now. I’m jealous….
Look. I don’t want to sound negative and ruin everybody’s “happy” new year here. I tried to stay on top of this situation I’m in, but I am still broken. Now she knows I’ve been jealous. She probably hates it, and all I get is an unreciprocated love. Or, maybe not? It’s just that…
The year is coming to a close and another is approaching. Resolutions—new year’s resolutions included—are still a bit of a tradition in some parts of the world. In parts like mine (which actually reads “in my own world“), resolutions are a problem. I mean they’re often good and meaningful, but they get me depressed more often.
Should I rather quit making more resolutions for the new year? Well…
I really don’t know what to say in here, but look, at least I’m brokenhearted. I still could not wrestle with the fact that a person could hate me so much as not to forgive me… My problem is I can’t take it…
If God is real, then why…why do I feel depressed? Why. Why. Why. There are so many why’s. But there’s one why I also want an answer for. Actually, two. If God is indeed real, why do I feel down and lonely and empty? But, why would I expect that question to be rational, anyway?
It feels so happy to free a burdened, lost, and anxious soul. I just came from a calm, sincere, and heart-to-heart talk with my best friend who I think was lost, and I’m just too inspired not to write about the experience immediately. If there’s one thing I realized, it’s that love finds its way without forcing itself. It finds your way, as it did mine, and as it did Thea’s. So I’m writing about how to help a lost friend—but maybe, just not the conventional way.