Thursday, November 1, 2012

perpetual hurt bar

"I don't love you like you love me."

Some words no one wants to hear, at least not really. And not really while sitting at a dive, with a bartender named Mandy and grizzled, jowl-jawed construction workers off the clock scattered around you while you clench a tall can of PBR.
The concept of love and all the things it does and doesn't mean really showed themselves out this past year. Love is a choice, and while you can't always help who you love, you certainly can choose on how to follow up and act on it. If you're able to insert some rationality, that is. Build me up, break me down, build you up, break you down. It's going to take some cultivating, and while the honeymoon period won't last forever, if you love them and you're willing and able to try mentally/emotionally/physically, then you really are choosing love.

It just might not choose you back. Didn't choose me back. Somehow, call me functioning with a big helping of perpetual hurt.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

note to myself

Wow, it has been a really long time since I've written on here. Not sure if anyone even reads this anymore or goes back to peruse anything I've put down.

So I'll write to myself on here. Rio, don't forget you have some things that could stand to be put down on here. Your commentary and thoughts on some real good things that have had your mind runnin' thoughtful circles. You need to be writing more and more, because good Lord you're going to need all the practice you can get.

Evolve this blog, you're in the next phase of your life. Evolve your writing, you've already worked out the previous demons. Bigger fish to tackle now, like your happiness and productivity.

Go conquer some shit and report back to this little platform of your own. xo girl.