The Curse of Gifts and Expectations.
Disappointments knock at your door more frequently as you get older. The funny thing is, the source comes from the people who are closest to you. Your cell, your old gang from school, your oldest pals. People you ironically care the most about, and people whom you expect yourself to mean something to. Ahhh.. the cursed and much dreaded word- 'Expect'! I shall ban it from my dictionary. Then perhaps the pain will stop.
Should I continue being a petty and over-sensitive ass , or should I accept it - as an inevitable part of growing up?
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Ugh.. I think I'm being too self-indulgent here. This world has no room for people who wallow in self-pity, Ange. It's also time to wake up and embrace the one gift that truely last. No man can give it. Only my dearest Lord can. I thank you for your unselfish love today, Father, and how freely you give of it. Something that I'm so incapable of giving and receiving myself.
Disappointments knock at your door more frequently as you get older. The funny thing is, the source comes from the people who are closest to you. Your cell, your old gang from school, your oldest pals. People you ironically care the most about, and people whom you expect yourself to mean something to. Ahhh.. the cursed and much dreaded word- 'Expect'! I shall ban it from my dictionary. Then perhaps the pain will stop.
Should I continue being a petty and over-sensitive ass , or should I accept it - as an inevitable part of growing up?
~ ~ ~ ~
Ugh.. I think I'm being too self-indulgent here. This world has no room for people who wallow in self-pity, Ange. It's also time to wake up and embrace the one gift that truely last. No man can give it. Only my dearest Lord can. I thank you for your unselfish love today, Father, and how freely you give of it. Something that I'm so incapable of giving and receiving myself.
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