Looking back at the last four years, usually all I can see are the people.
How do you truly come to know someone? How is it possible to know anyone before knowing yourself? My adolescence has been plagued by questions like this, leaving me in this strange state of an almost inhuman humanity.
Everyone has a base of who they are.
My name is Samantha, I was raised in a loving family. The majority of my childhood was spent in the city, and the later half in stark contrast. I have one brother, he is six years older than me. I'm a Leo.
We are given this flatline that can be shared with any regular Molly or Joe, within, for most people, comfortable reason. If they like or maybe share similar qualities, we reach further. We learn each other's fear or fames. Hear stories, and illustrate a bit more of who the other person is. We take in their past, we tie it to our own and develop a bond that can from that point, if we so chose, keep each other around long enough to observe and create a more vivid understanding of who they are.
If you keep them around, until proven what you've imagined, we delve even deeper. And at some point, the lines between them as an individual and them as a part of you become blurred. We allow them, as they allow us, the opportunity to become more of their base line.
My name is Samantha, I was raised in a loving family. The majority of my childhood was spent in the city, and the later half in stark contrast. I have one brother, he is six years older than me. I'm a Leo. I have been in love with so and so for four years. My best friend and I get together and munch hot cheetos every Sunday.
The issue in all of this is, that once you start letting people in, and allow them to become a part of who you are, you can absolutely never not let them be a part of who you are.
My name is Samantha, I was raised in a loving family. The majority of my childhood was spent in the city, and the later half in stark contrast. I have one brother, he is six years older than me. I'm a Leo. So and so left me, and I had to be committed for three weeks. My best friend stopped liking hot cheetos.
Leaving your self susceptible to another person changing the base of who you are can be terrifying if you've been mislead or hurt by this process before, but the reality of it is that you have to. And you're going to find someone else, your going to find someone who likes hot cheetos again, and you might even find someone else who had to be committed. Life is so full of these complex little equations, and it leaves my head spinning. But I do think I'm starting to solve them a little better than I used to.
Or at least I hope.
Either way, all that can be done is all that will be done. One sleepless night at a time.
How do you truly come to know someone? How is it possible to know anyone before knowing yourself? My adolescence has been plagued by questions like this, leaving me in this strange state of an almost inhuman humanity.
Everyone has a base of who they are.
My name is Samantha, I was raised in a loving family. The majority of my childhood was spent in the city, and the later half in stark contrast. I have one brother, he is six years older than me. I'm a Leo.
We are given this flatline that can be shared with any regular Molly or Joe, within, for most people, comfortable reason. If they like or maybe share similar qualities, we reach further. We learn each other's fear or fames. Hear stories, and illustrate a bit more of who the other person is. We take in their past, we tie it to our own and develop a bond that can from that point, if we so chose, keep each other around long enough to observe and create a more vivid understanding of who they are.
If you keep them around, until proven what you've imagined, we delve even deeper. And at some point, the lines between them as an individual and them as a part of you become blurred. We allow them, as they allow us, the opportunity to become more of their base line.
My name is Samantha, I was raised in a loving family. The majority of my childhood was spent in the city, and the later half in stark contrast. I have one brother, he is six years older than me. I'm a Leo. I have been in love with so and so for four years. My best friend and I get together and munch hot cheetos every Sunday.
The issue in all of this is, that once you start letting people in, and allow them to become a part of who you are, you can absolutely never not let them be a part of who you are.
My name is Samantha, I was raised in a loving family. The majority of my childhood was spent in the city, and the later half in stark contrast. I have one brother, he is six years older than me. I'm a Leo. So and so left me, and I had to be committed for three weeks. My best friend stopped liking hot cheetos.
Leaving your self susceptible to another person changing the base of who you are can be terrifying if you've been mislead or hurt by this process before, but the reality of it is that you have to. And you're going to find someone else, your going to find someone who likes hot cheetos again, and you might even find someone else who had to be committed. Life is so full of these complex little equations, and it leaves my head spinning. But I do think I'm starting to solve them a little better than I used to.
Or at least I hope.
Either way, all that can be done is all that will be done. One sleepless night at a time.
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