HIGHER EXPECTATIONS 


  
How I feel sometimes.

I pray to be kind, to be patient, to be the kind of person that someone wants to be with. 

But that kind of expectation, to be noble, to be happy to be joyful all the time?

It wears a little thin.

darkness eats away at the light. And contaminates everything it touches.

I’m tired of being shiny when everyone else around me tries to put me out.

8 responses to “HIGHER EXPECTATIONS ”

  1. jackcollier7 Avatar
    jackcollier7

    I understand just how you feel.

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    1. ~REBECCA DAWN~ Avatar
      ~REBECCA DAWN~

      It gets kind of frustrating always trying to be the good girl, that nobody appreciates. so tired of it.

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  2. Kris Avatar
    Kris

    Yes. I was tired of being the shiny cheerful person everyone knows and I wanted to scream and cry and be mad. It was horrible tamping the grumpy pissed me down into that crystal vase. I finally yelled at the cats and that kind of made me feel better.

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    1. ~REBECCA DAWN~ Avatar
      ~REBECCA DAWN~

      I need to yell. But I sing/yell instead.
      I just need to get over my grumpiness!!!

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      1. Kris Avatar
        Kris

        If I did the sing/yell thing, the neighbors would probably end up grumpy!

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      2. ~REBECCA DAWN~ Avatar
        ~REBECCA DAWN~

        I do it to get rid of the ones I don’t like 😜

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  3. The Wandering Mind Avatar
    The Wandering Mind

    “What the light tends to miss is what the dark can’t resist.”
    People are genuinely shocked when I get pissed or really upset since I always put a positive spin on things and try to see the best in people. So when I give up and give in to anger or sadness unapologetically they know something is wrong.

    People expect more of what you give them.

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    1. ~REBECCA DAWN~ Avatar
      ~REBECCA DAWN~

      People know not to provoke me. Except my sister. I try not to let the drama get to me. I rather walk away til I calm down. Then I talk out. But if I’m needled and prodded that’s when I go bananas.
      People not respecting my space or feelings

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