|Kissing my mother in 2008|
What is happiness? What is love? What is sadness? What is perfect? What is success? What is family? What is life? What is good? These are all things that i am constantly thinking about.
Sometimes I worry that if i were to disappear, if I were to end, that the people I care about the most wouldn't know how much I love them, how much I would give to make everything alright for them. I don't know there are just some days where life feels so short. I think I have been very lucky in my friends, my teachers, my lovers, and everyone in between. I just worry that they don't see themselves the way I do. I mean of course they don't, but it just seems sometimes like I draw people to me that don't realize their own beauty/ their own power. Sometimes I think that being happy involves realizing your own worth. Most of the people around me take themselves for granite because they are so busy giving and giving.
Where I am going with this I don't know......To the gym I guess...where it all is more clear.