This week promises to be long. Difficult, and possibly uphill.
The argument can be made, that when things are hard, you see what people really are. How humans cope with stress and hardship, is how they really are.
Not entirely sure I buy that anymore. Tough times are a lot of things you can't control, and that brings out a different side of people. Having to go with the flow, and hope things turn out in a positive manner, can be rough. Surely you can't define who a person is, at a time when they have such little control.
Hold on tight
Wrap your arms around me, till your knuckles are burnin white
The New PostSecret Book
11 years ago
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A walking open wound,
A trophy display of bruises
And I don't believe that I'm getting any better... any better.
Shit happens.. and who you are after is a different mold than who you are during.
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