My nails are still painted black.
I still have regular panxiety attacks.
And your mom is whack.
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Haha! Just joking. Love you all, each and everyone of you. For interacting, supporting and inspiring every post I wrote after the first “like” and “follow” on Pink Starburst Anxiety.
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I needed you when I still had my mother, and I’m finding out, without you–I’m very much alone without her.
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Unmarried
I don’t make babies
I neglected my pups for his.
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Though, there is Kat–she’s a peach. Somehow our depression, anxiety and sentiments align. She reads my posts, via my Twitter account, and showers me with praises I don’t deserve, but the solidarity in her experience of similar emotions is bewildering.
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It’s easy to love.
I nearly always say it first, regardless of its validity, platonic nature or abruptness.
It’s easy to say, “I love you”. But/Because…what happens… if you don’t?
Platonic love is likely as fruitful as romantic love.
So clarify,
Love hard,
Be honest,
Be kind,
Or get the fuck out.
Being able to be the one who says it first is an admirable quality. I tend to be that person that’s like, “What if I say that and it’s not well-received? Probably best to just keep these thoughts to myself…” So I just sit there quietly and then…way after the fact…I go, “Yup…fucked that up…” 🤦♂️
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Lol, love you, Mr. Christopher
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Love the pick and the verse
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Thanks. Always love reading your work!
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Thank you my friend I am humbled by your kind words.😀 faux
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