I’m too lonely to be sad.
I’m too happy to be alone.
I’m too comfortable being mad.
The angry is prolonging the need to Be.
“I leave pennies heads up for others to find for luck, but it seems someone is stealing the change out of the fountains.“
“if you feed a dog a frog, he’ll poop a prince”.
Are you willing to die for what you believe in?
What is it that you believe?
What makes you a believer?
Make believe, made me believe honesty was just a fairytale..
I am not a doormat for your emotions, nor am I a wall for your projection! I am a human being! Dammit