Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
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theres so much on my mind.
I guess I can say I haven’t been myself lately, but I’ve been saying this for a while, so I guess the way I’ve been acting the past couple of months is the “new me” . There’s days where I just feel ecstatic and grateful for everything in my life, but then there’s others where I’m just like what the fuck is going on? Why is everything going wrong? I guess that’s what happens when you’re a teenager, you’re never truly satisfied for long. You go through different moods rapidly. I can be manic sometimes, but others I’m just fine. People actually go to me when they need help or advice, and I’m glad.
But I just wonder, who’s there for me when I need them? Besides my best friend, there’s no one I can talk to. I love her, and trust her with everything, but sometimes I just know that I can’t express to her the way I truly feel because unless she’s in the same situation, I’m not sure she will comprehend what’s really going on.
Life can be complicated, and right now it is complicated. I’m happy for the most part, I truly am. But school wise, I’m not, and relationship wise. I’m not either. I have the guy I want, but not in the way I want. I can’t tell him how I feel because I doubt it will make a difference, I don’t want to let it go, because it’s all I really know. It’s all I really feel, and it’s what makes me sort of complete.
I can also be doing a lot better in school, but I’ve just been too lazy to actually put any effort in the classes that I’m not doing so well in. I also am 95% sure that I don’t want to return to this university next fall, but I kind of do. I don’t know. I don’t want to be an accountant either, I don’t know what I want to do with my life. The only thing I know is that I WILL be
I just wish I could be able to actually vent about everything that is on my mind to someone. I just want them to listen, I don’t want them to judge or give me sympathy. I just need someone to tell me this will all be okay in the end.
Base By: Jahrenesis
