NMD

It’s kinda sad isn’t it? That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.

Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.

Why is love permeated with the rhetoric of giving away pieces of our selves? I don’t know about you, but I want my hands and my lips. I want all of me. My body doesn’t belong to you and loving you doesn’t mean I have to give it to you. Love means you get my respect, my attention, and my occasional thoughts. Love means choosing to let you in to see the esoteric parts of me. These I give to you in good faith that you will in some measure return the favor. But it does not mean you get my heart. That I will always retain ownership of. It beats for me. With or without you, I am a whole being. I will not give pieces of myself away.

What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.

I haven’t seen this yet. Thanks