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The Truth About Being An Only Child


“There is a reason I can be clingy. This may be towards a best friend, or maybe she’s not the best friend, but it’s all I got.”

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There is a reason I can be clingy. This may be towards a best friend, or maybe she’s not the best friend, but it’s all I got. It may be towards parents; yes, there is a reason I have such radical relationships with them. For me at least, I tell my mother everything, every last detail, because I do not have a sister. I may often treat parents as some people would treat their siblings — like friends, or enemies, at any given moment. I am not proud of this. And parents are not your friends.

I’ve read all the articles telling me that I am more mature than my peers because I grew up around adults. Sure, but I didn’t. I grew up with the typical neighborhood kids, all of whom treated me like family, and that’s that. I do, however, notice a distinct difference in my personality…

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Scarred and Scared


I used to believe so much in love. I didn’t care how it caused pain on so many people. And though I had my fair share of scars, I still had a firm faith in it. I believed because I saw how real it was with one couple. Just a couple yet that was enough. They were my living proof that true love existed, and that it’s beautiful, and it could last.

I believed until I saw them fall apart. I saw it all break, and it broke me as well. I started having doubts. Just one couple yet that was enough. And though a part of me still wants to believe, life is just getting too real I tend to forget all about it’s wonders. 

Maybe I’m just a little too scared right now. Maybe I’ll be scared forever. But maybe, just maybe, someday I’ll find someone who would take away all these fears, someone who’s worth taking risks for, someone who’s worth hurting for. 

We’re Not Supposed To Understand Love


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In many ways more than one, the rules of life and love are almost always lopsided, ill-fated, tragic, and, well, pretty screwed up. I look around me and see different exhibits of the plights of love.

You could be enamored by a person you can’t have for whatever reason, the one thing that feels so right would terribly feel the otherwise because some norm that says such feelings are taboo. Or you could be one of those who hang in there for as long as they could despite being aware that it’s a mere fantasy. You’d become addicted to false hopes that make you feel alive, always choosing to prolong the doubt rather than to end the limbo that spares you from disappointment yet deprives you a sense of clarity.

You might be someone who stays in an unhealthy relationship, where you convince yourself to accept a love that is…

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