It's weird. Trust. Isn't it?
They say it has to be earned. What is it that determines whether someone has earned it?
They say once it is easily lost and incredibly hard to earn back. I agree with that. I've trusted before, had it broken and then even after what I believe was a long and concentrated effort, I realized that it just wasn't there anymore. And it changed the way things were. And ended them as well.
I haven't found an easier way to see who to give it to than giving then seeing what happens and learning from that. Trial and error I suppose.
Run run run. My friend would tell me about how there is this feeling of having nothing left but running. To physically try to escape something that cannot be fixed. I never really understood what it could be. How could things be that bad where escape and running is all you have left?
I had thought that I could do without it for a while. And I really thought I was doing fine. In the end, it still seems to be the easiest if not the most practical of things to do.
But I think I do now. It will be nice to run. Run and start new.
I talked to a friend about an outlet for frustrations. Something like tennis. Maybe running? I have yet to try those. Although I feel like tennis seems like a good remedy.
Regardless of who tells me what and how I should feel or do, and what to care about and what not to. Regardless of what I know would be better or right, it still doesn't change what is.
Foolish.
That's all I end up feeling like.
They say it has to be earned. What is it that determines whether someone has earned it?
They say once it is easily lost and incredibly hard to earn back. I agree with that. I've trusted before, had it broken and then even after what I believe was a long and concentrated effort, I realized that it just wasn't there anymore. And it changed the way things were. And ended them as well.
I haven't found an easier way to see who to give it to than giving then seeing what happens and learning from that. Trial and error I suppose.
Run run run. My friend would tell me about how there is this feeling of having nothing left but running. To physically try to escape something that cannot be fixed. I never really understood what it could be. How could things be that bad where escape and running is all you have left?
I had thought that I could do without it for a while. And I really thought I was doing fine. In the end, it still seems to be the easiest if not the most practical of things to do.
But I think I do now. It will be nice to run. Run and start new.
I talked to a friend about an outlet for frustrations. Something like tennis. Maybe running? I have yet to try those. Although I feel like tennis seems like a good remedy.
Regardless of who tells me what and how I should feel or do, and what to care about and what not to. Regardless of what I know would be better or right, it still doesn't change what is.
Foolish.
That's all I end up feeling like.
