When I walk at work, I feel great! When I sit around all day, I get constipated. Office jobs kill you for sure. There's your rise in bowel cancer statistic for you. Having rotting and fermenting stuck in you all day is not good. I hope we can regain power, control, and freedom in our lives from the corporate elite and their government friends.
I confess that I’m tempted. But I’m not responding because I’m too shy. I’m not responding because I’ve gone into protective mode. For too long I put myself into situations that were almost guaranteed to cause me harm, and after so much pain and suffering I’m finally protecting myself. But oh yeah, I’m tempted. For now I’m staying right where I am, safe in my little hideaway, until I’ve healed enough to want to face the world again.
He used to tell me how you would beat his wife. How dare you tell lies about me.
Have not forgotten you, nor given up.
It’s very sad and funny to see how many, mostly Asian people, think they are experts in black culture. I get it, you love hip hop and your worship Beyonce. Thats all good. But dont talk to me about black issues like you one of us. Girl you grew up in Richmond drinking bubble tea. Stop fronting like you know.
Also its mad creepy how the above people be fetishizing black people. We are not your trophy or status symbol you Kardashian wannabe.
he's the age i was when we met...
for the 2nd time, I think.
I think we might have crossed paths at a rave back in 2000 and he seemed like he were interested in me, but he were a 16 yo boy and I didn't want to be some creepy pedo (even though my guy friends say that most teenage boys would love hooking up with a 30 yo woman that looks 18-19).
You ran away… not me.
Hating my new job. Exhausted with the new owners and I can never finish anything which is personally stressful for me. I have a chance to possibly rejoin my previous company, which was at the time the best job I ever had. Give me strength to be graceful and persuasive in the interview so that I can return to what I do best.
I'm in a ten-year relationship that will likely implode in the next few weeks. We've tried to make things work and to save this thing - a lot of talking and expensive counselling. But I'm pretty sure it's over. I'm feeling sad and hurt, and I'm trying very hard to not be mean, even though I feel have a pretty solid case for it. There's been some meanness coming at me from the other side. I'm not talking violence here, just some hurtful words and neglect. I know that "taking the high road" is a very noble thing to do...but I'm worried about the temptations of the "low road." Great - another summer about to be ruined...
You can't do both. You can't hold back love and then refuse to let go. That is exactly what you're doing.
You won't let go because you have genuine feelings. But withholding those feelings is not love, and I can't love someone who holds feelings back or withholds love. I'll never love a person who does that, especially when they hang no to me while holding those feelings from me.
If you want to withhold your love, then there is no reason for holding on to me. You're hanging on to something that isn't happening because you are withholding love. I won't love you and no matter how much you hold on, I will eventually be with another who can and will love me the way I wished you would. That will happen no matter how hard you hang on.
Holding on when you won't love is a waste of energy. I
It's like refusing to water a plant while refusing to let someone who'd want that plant to water that plant. You're needlessly killing the plant that you wouldn't water anyways. Everyone and everything suffers needlessly. What is the point? How is that love? You hang on because you love, But what is the point of hanging on, then, when you won't allow that love at all?
If you want my love, it's time to stop assuming that showing your feelings will backfire. Either show them to me or let go once and for all. Because as it stands, you are hanging on to nothing and whatever you think you will preserve will be long gone thanks to withholding your feelings, turning me off by refusing to let go as you do.
So pick a lane.