Girls...their just guys.

Sometimes being a "guys kind of girl" is a major curse.. You always end up being the friend, or your friends feel jealous when you hold conversations better. I don't know how to get pass these sometimes:(

-C

Trust in a world built by the enemy?

These days we really have to be specific on what we mean when we talk about "trust". When I trust some one I trust them in many ways. I trust them to be there for me. To protect me as a friend or a lover or maybe even both. I trust them to never lie and to be loyal to me, as I would them. I trust them to stand up for/with me when the time comes, but on the other hand they should tell me if I am in the wrong. Attempt to show/tell me why so I can get on the right path, as I would for them. Trust is in many places. The amount of trust for each thing or task can vary....but all in all to have any trust at all is an absolute privilege! It must be earned. 

If I meet a stranger they usually assume I am going to be friends right away or if it's another man they assume I'll let them kiss me or other things right away. But that is far from the case. You must show me that I CAN trust you with any bit of my vulnerability. 

Yah maybe I have trust issues. But you know what, in the world we live in....how can you not?

-C

Sometimes you just don't know

Sometimes people will return over and over again to a place/person where they are constantly torn down and broken. Nobody knows why we do this or why we keep going back, when all we get out of it is misery and pain. Even we don't understand or know why, but we all do it. 

We can hope that something/someone will come along- something/someone better will come around and whisk us away. Show us the better side and repair us. The question is....when will it happen? How long do we have to wait? And will you be repairable by that time? 

How long will we keep jumping back into the darkness? We can only hope the light will show up sooner or later.... And pull us out. 

Within

And yet the war rages on with in...

-C