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Sorrow drips into your heart like a pinhole
just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
it slowly rises. Your love is gonna drown. 
-we see ourselves, situations, and other people clearly.
-we listen intently, becoming attuned to the other's experience and not pasting them into our story lines.
-we reveal ourselves in the interest of making an authentic connection, not impressing or placating someone.
-we present ourselves as we are without enhancing or diminishing ourselves.
-we ask for what we want without demanding it or being upset if we don't get it.
-we stay in touch with our inner experience and reactions. We are guided by internal cues and experience.
-we speak the truth as best we can-kindly, with compassion-not to change someone, but because truth is our path and the only foundation for loving relationships.
-we bring a broad perspective to all events and remember that everything is an experiment in being more aware, present and loving.
Is getting really tired of dealing with drama that I never asked for.
I live my life the best I know how. Mind my own business, refrain from talking ill of people, do my best to stay positive. Yet somehow drama finds me. Of course this is a part of life, being a social being will lead to drama. But I feel like most of the time I do my best to give people the benefit of the doubt, so why can't I get that in return?!

Of course there are times when I think I have all the answers to life and I know what is best for everyone. And I'm sort of doing that now, but all I ask for is a little respect for God's sake.
 Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die,
when they're about to fall from trees, 
when they're about to dry up.
      "People smell different, too. Sometimes you meet people and you think they're nice and decent, and it seems like you might be friends. But you get closer to them and they stink. They smell like rotten fish or dead raccoons or something. And you have to run away.
     Later you mention the bad smell to your other friends and they say they didn't smell anything different. That stink is reserved especially for you.
     But, hey, it works the other way, too. Sometimes you meet a person, and you catch the scent and it's like you've smelled a garden in Heaven, because all you want to do is follow that person around and breathe in for the rest of your life."
 Know what I just realized? How lame it is to be on facebook in the wee hours of the night.
I'm not saying I have never done this, goodness knows I have definitely been there.
It just seems like there are so many better things to do with your time.
If I'm not out enjoying myself with people I sure hope I have something great to do with my day the next day, so hopefully I'm sleeping.
If I'm not sleeping hopefully I'm doing something to better my life: read, write in my journal, do a sewing project, etc.
Of course I can't speak for everyone. Maybe some people's lives are enriched by facebook.
My life is enriched by it to a certain extent. To the extent that I get on, connect with people, and look at some pictures. However, I need to make sure I only limit it to a certain amount of time. It's too easy to "be bored:" and just click on that stupid facebook page.
Haha well just wanted to say that.
we are losing it. Or did we ever even have it?
Wanting to break something. I haven't felt this way in a long time.
It's a brand new day.
For the first time in such a long, long time I know I'll be ok.
 I know that in this life all I can is control my own actions and reactions.
However, I can still say that you actions as of late are messed up. I respect you: so deeply, sincerely, and I always stand up for you. But lately I have been wondering how much of this respect and adoration you really deserve. I don't think it is asking too much for you to respect me. I do not need you to continually harass me. Most of the time I am a strong, centered, independent person, but in my weakest moments I can't help but cry uncontrollably. Sometimes all I want is for you to see how wonderful I am, and for you to tell me. But I am not a 3 year old anymore. I am a grown woman. I am taking control of my life. I am happy with it, and whether you want to be a part of it or not is up to you. All I ask for is respect. If you can't give that, then I don't need this harassment anymore.