“Darlin don’t get too close, there’s nothing here to see.”

I’m about to make a difficult decision.

I want to let go but it’s so difficult when my heart says one thing and my brain says another.

Keep showing me who you are.
“The ones who want to be in your life will show up with consistency.”

I’m consistent. I show up. I support wholeheartedly.

I don’t get this back in return. And I guess I shouldn’t expect it. We aren’t anything, are we? Kind of friends… but only when you have time. Only when you want to vent about something or need my help or opinion on something… it all revolves around you.

I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself.

I just want someone to want me. I want someone to want to show up for me, to want to hear about my day, to want to know what’s going on in my life. Someone that wants to know what made me smile that day, or what made me sad that day.

What we tolerate, we show others is OK.

Just about done tolerating.