All my life I have been secretive. I'll spill my guts to just about anybody who will listen about my problems, my views, my stories; but there are some things I will never say.
We all have that. Things we'll never tell. I know I'm not special. I'm above average, but I'm not special.
For a long time I thought that not being special meant that I was worthless- not good enough for anybody- that i was, in fact, expendable.
But now I realize just how wrong I have been. Good things happen to ordinary people, too.
You don't have to be extraordinary to be happy.
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Someone loves me.
My mom may not have written me love notes in my lunch box but that doesn't mean she loves me any less.
I may not hear the words "I love you," every single day, but I know that somewhere out there- in that big bad world- someone loves me.
And now I know.
That someone isn't necessarily you.
This is the beginning of a story I am working on. I am really enjoying it. Let me know what you think. :D
-Anne
YES.
ReplyDeleteI read this somewhere.. it had to do with suicide but w/e forget that part..
"You can’t jump tonight. You have to live because someone out there is waiting to love you forever. Don’t break their heart."