I am Justine, I have opinions . on many subjects whether you like them or not are you choice. I am a sophomore at EIU . I feel the need to share my life feelings and stories . feel free to read my blog :. If you have concerns about what I writeget your own blog..
There are so many words that we can say spoken upon long-distance melody. This is my hello. Maybe in five or ten years you and I will meet again, straighten this whole thing out. Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy, but this is the distance.
So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew at that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn’t even budge.
There are so many cars in this city: the same make and year and color as yours. I see at least twenty-five of them everyday. Of course, none of them are ever yours, just constant reminders of you. And it used to be so hard, the sight of each one would tear at my heart and make me feel sick and queasy and a lump would appear in the back of my throat. But lately, when I see one, driving by or parked along a street, more and more I feel okay, truly okay. And sometimes even a slight wave of relief passes over me, and I catch myself smiling a little. You see, to me you are perfect, but it's taken me until recently to realize that you aren't perfect for me. I was always so scared about what would happen if we didn't end up together. And I'm finally aware of the fact that deep down, I was even more scared about what would happen if we did.
If you ask why I’m not interested in someone, I might say their nose is too big, or they don’t know how to dress, or they’re too thin or too fat or too plain. But the truth is, I only notice those things because of the real reason—that I’m just not feeling anything. But people don’t want to hear that. They always want an explanation. So I have to come up with something concrete even though feelings aren’t like that. If I did meet a guy and I felt happy with him for whatever reason, I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass what he wore or how tall he was or what he did for a living. But when I’m with someone and it just doesn’t feel right, that’s when I start noticing the bad haircut or Chicago accent or unibrow. And it’s true that tomorrow I may go home with someone who you think is totally wrong for me. And the next day I might meet a perfectly nice guy who you think I should feel excited about, but I don’t. But if I do go home with someone, it means for a change, something feels right. For a change, I’m feeling hopeful. I just want to feel happy when I’m with someone.
There's always that one person. No matter how many relationships they've had, how many times they didn't respond to your text, how many times they ignored you, how many times they made you feel like you didn't matter, how many times you sit on the floor crying because of them, or made you feel like shit; no matter how many times you say they don't matter, deep down, every time that they text you, look at you, give you a hug, even just say your name; your walls break down and you can't help but be happy. Even if you don't want to be.