People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
Just like breathing, it is a daily cycle. I tend to be at ends with myself, because I understand to my core that there is more to everything than myself. Yet, I cannot for the life of me not think of myself. I am a selfish person, even if you don’t realize it. I really am. I am too emotional at times for my my own good. Oh man, I am. But, I try to be about others, so much. I take things too personally and do not receive anything from others well.
Help me with myself.
I need to let myself go.
i am starting to understand myself more and more as a castrated man. what i mean by that, is my manhood is mutilated publicly and frequently. sometimes on accident, sometimes on purpose (with intent to kill), sometimes by men, sometimes by women, sometimes by religious folk, sometimes by sinners….