I want to run away and start over. I want to stop second guessing everything. I want to stop telling myself that I don't care. I am afraid to care to much because "what if it ends?"
I want to be in love again.
WHY DO WE CRY?
WHY DO WE THINK OF CRYING?
WHY DO WE ACTUALLY DO IT JUST BY THINKING OF IT?
We are so lucky to have life.
We are lucky to breath.
We are able to smell, touch, and feel.
We are able to love.
So why do we chose to suffer and care for the bad things that happen...
I think it has a lot to do with human nature. I get the feeling that most women think men do not put the kind of faith in life or people that women do. How many people just sit back and let life happen to them? Women used to be really guilty of this. Men were thought...