2007 has been by far the worst and tragic year for me. I did pick up some learning along the way though. I learned that how much someone had love you they can still hurt you, cut the very soul of you and what distressing the most is, hated you for no unclouded reasons.
It was too long for me to fully recover and realized that you have to +Love yourself more. I'm just to naive of the feeling of loving someone. Dreamed of such a Fairy tale kind of story. But I'm no Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty for that matter. The idea of loving myself more and that I need to be strong etched forever.
I lure myself of pleasing every one to like me, to get along with them is the most annoying part for me. But that Idea washed away because I know damn well my limitations. I'm still into healing process. The scars are still fresh. Entertaining what they call Love is bootless for me. And I'm always guarded with boundaries.
I gained more friends without asking them for sympathy. I gained love and respect from my +Family which is my sole inspiration to moved on and lived my life to the fullest. They did not ask me instead understand my silence and rejection to talk things out. Getting reunited with that vivacious feeling is so overwhelming. After all I'm still blessed. I can wear my pretty smile again, laugh out loud. I am back to being me. I know my journey is yet to come. I can feel my heart utterly pounding for joy. Scars are still hurting though but not too much anymore. Those scars are part of me, a lesson best learned from the Past..
It was too long for me to fully recover and realized that you have to +Love yourself more. I'm just to naive of the feeling of loving someone. Dreamed of such a Fairy tale kind of story. But I'm no Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty for that matter. The idea of loving myself more and that I need to be strong etched forever.
I lure myself of pleasing every one to like me, to get along with them is the most annoying part for me. But that Idea washed away because I know damn well my limitations. I'm still into healing process. The scars are still fresh. Entertaining what they call Love is bootless for me. And I'm always guarded with boundaries.
I gained more friends without asking them for sympathy. I gained love and respect from my +Family which is my sole inspiration to moved on and lived my life to the fullest. They did not ask me instead understand my silence and rejection to talk things out. Getting reunited with that vivacious feeling is so overwhelming. After all I'm still blessed. I can wear my pretty smile again, laugh out loud. I am back to being me. I know my journey is yet to come. I can feel my heart utterly pounding for joy. Scars are still hurting though but not too much anymore. Those scars are part of me, a lesson best learned from the Past..
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