Friday, March 11, 2016

Jesus, Christ

Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?

Repetition as a human.  You'd think we'd learn.  We do, yet we repeat our situations in our lives over and over again.  Broken records.

And we try to stop, but...  Alas, it will happen.

And this is fine, for the happy, content person.  Praise to them.  But to those masochists...  Well, is it praise to them, too, because they are achieving their masochism?  Burn yourselves.  Again.

And, so, there she is, again.  Silent, silent, silence.  Happy to the outside, blindsided a little, but feeling demeaned and confused as to why she feels bad about herself, sometimes.  Are the words spoken to her manipulative?  How can one know if not meaning to manipulate?  Ah, but the manipulation isn't always meant to be cruel.  But, most times, it comes out as such, and they will suffer.  She will suffer.

Stand strong, miss.  You've got a heart in there, and you can beat this.  Don't let them tread you down.  You've got this.  Strength, miss.  Strength and love.

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