Someone teach me how to live, not to be a sponge for hurt. Someone teach me to figure out this maze of heart stuff, how everything eventually becomes heart stuff. Someone tell me what happens when one turns 35, 37, 40: how does one deal with being alone, does one remain alone, is it like having the ground beneath your feet taken away, does one find friends, does one discover support systems, does one remain strong and capable? Teach me how to live, show me what to do. I keep going from disappointment to disappointment. In fact, I go looking for it where I can.
Please make this stop. I am not a serial dater. I don't have it in me to live frivolously. There is only so much I can give of myself, and I seem to have spread myself thin to people even I don't care about. Because rejection hurts, even when it's a wishy-washy thing, where you don't care about the person, and have absolutely no intention of taking it anywhere.
Please make this stop. I am not a serial dater. I don't have it in me to live frivolously. There is only so much I can give of myself, and I seem to have spread myself thin to people even I don't care about. Because rejection hurts, even when it's a wishy-washy thing, where you don't care about the person, and have absolutely no intention of taking it anywhere.
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