Lies. there is always someone who loves the other person more. and I’m pretty sure I’m the lesser. and I hate it. he gives me love, compassion, and concern. optimism, smiles, and hugs. but I can never seem to give back the same amount. for every great day he gives me, I ruin one of his with my constant bitching and negativity. I can’t accept a compliment and I’m always hypocritical. I wish it wasn’t true and I wish I could change it. I just don’t deserve him.
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It’s been said that “All the world’s a stage.” We all have an audience. We all have some kind of influence. We all have a story and a voice. Our lives are our songs. Our hearts are our songs. It’s okay to ask real questions. It’s okay to say real things. Let’s make things that matter and move, and let’s chase after those things as well.