Apparently it’s suicide awareness day and to show our support we’re
suppose to wear yellow. In my research (Wikipedia) I couldn’t back this
“yellow” theory up, I did however find this: "Suicide Awareness September 10th write Love on your wrist or wear something yellow to show your support for anyone who has thought of, attempted or succeeded in taking their own life".
I don’t own one piece of yellow because I was raised a GA bulldog and
disgust the color but, I still want to share my support.
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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Monday, September 10, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
“We Can’t Help Who We Fall In Love With”
I don’t believe that! We don’t fall in love with
the a**hole because he treats us badly. We fall in love with him because it’s
something we want. Something we’re lacking, but we find in him. Something we
think we deserve or that we can’t do better.
I’ve heard women time and time again say that. Girl he treats you badly, you CAN help that. We are in control of our own
feelings and options. It’s not up to a feeling. I feel like I want to punch
someone in the face right now, but just because I feel that doesn’t mean I have
to do it. I feel like I may love someone because I’m lacking the attention I
think I deserve, but that doesn’t mean I love him. It means I’m
lacking the attention I desperately want, not that I’m going to find it in this
one particular person. We should allow ourselves the time to figure it out and
get rid of all the bullshit.
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