C'est La Vie

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So I live next door to a couple (a VERY conservative couple) and their twin boys. The boys can’t be more than 8, and like most kids, they like to play in the back yard. Which is totally fine, doesn’t bother me at all. They’re kids and like to run around. What bothers me though is that they love to throw their toys over into my yard. Alot of toys. Action figures, balls, frisbees, rackets, etc.

no, i don’t need you to complete me. i don’t need your presence to make me feel whole. there may be days when i’m alone, but that doesn’t mean i’m lonely. there may be days when i’m silent, but that isn’t a plea for attention. the idea of being loved doesn’t fascinate me as much as the idea of loving myself. until i find a connection that makes sense to my heart, and a connection that resonates with my soul, i’m fine on my own.

There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.

i know a couple people that owe me my time back.

I lose interest when I get ignored.