Weight
My answer to "I mean, I don't know what I expected," if I'm being honest, is usually "more." It just isn't always justified. And that's alright. But acceptance of that fact rarely manifests as initial peace with it.
Lord knows I don't impress people with my actions often enough to warrant being impressed more often by people's actions.
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I have so much ahead of me that I'm excited for, and I still find myself in these ruts. My friends are upstairs laughing and having a good time, and I don't even want to be there. My heart aches with thanks for their presence in my life, but my heart aches too much to surround myself with all that happiness.
I keep craving being near someone who is as excited to hold my burdens as I am to hold theirs.
And I really am, you know. I'm excited to hold your burdens. I haven't broken under any weight yet, and it's a boundary I'm eager to push--especially for my friends. Lay it on me.
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"It's sick that all these battles are what keep me satisfied."
--Love the Way You Lie