Sometimes, a teacher learns from a student; a patient heals the healer, and imperfection saves your life…..
And sometimes, you don’t learn from your own mistakes, you don’t save yourself enough. You give out too much, keeping nothing for your own self. Falling in love again, after nursing a broken heart is brave but always ending up giving that love to the wrong persons, that where bravery ends. For I read somewhere that the amount of love you give out today is the amount of hurt you sign yourself up for. And most often than not, the things that we love the most are the things that hurt us the most.
This post was not supposed to be this way but every single time that I’ve hurt anyone I love, has been a time when I hurt myself even more. I’m not the self destructive type, don’t get me wrong. I do some other kind of destruction, or rather my mind does. Sleepless nights, spent tossing and turning, crying behind closed doors, wanting to eat but even the thought of food making me nauseous, drawing or writing or even singing to try to control the pressure building inside…….
Why do I do it? Today I asked myself. And I’m not surprised at all, I didn’t have any answer.
“I just do-it’s just the way I am!”
I’m getting tired of this stupid, lame excuse!!!
I know myself, I can ignore people when I get tired of too much human interaction but I would never be able to ignore anyone out of anger. But this is me…… my heart just melts too easy. I’m the girl, who always ends up fighting for the wrong people and for all the wrong reason. That’s who I was and that’s who I am. Guess, some things just never change……..