men & a s s umptions

Perhaps Thats the problem with us women. We expect too much from a creature driven only by self wants & needs. It is our mistake for thinking that, if only just once, they can be as thoughtful & conssiderate as we are. Maybe just once they'll think of us in a random moment & do something cute just because, with no other motive then to put a smile on our face. But then again, of course that's too much to ask for....

I simply want, for once, for him to go out of his way and do something nice the way I do for him. I'm not asking for a lot. I'm not even askin for him to spend money, but damn ,
Whatever, that's men, and more then likely, it aint gonna happen...


C'est la vie,
Joselyn<3

I found this,

I have this thing where, when i'm in the moment, and i feel these things i can't explain, i write. And after my move, i was unpacking & i found this.. and it's crazy because reading it now, i know exactly why i wrote it. I know where i was coming from. Exactly what event took place to make me feel this way. I kind of wanted to share it, because it's so true.. even now..

"So complications arise. Problems ensue and stress is inevitable. We fight, we care, we waste our time, for what? Experiences? So later on in life we can be like, 'been there, done that!' But is it worth it? I honestly don't know. All i know is that no matter how much trouble i got in, i wouldnt trade it for the world. Life is about fucking up. Hooking up. Breaking up. Getting up. Dusting yourself off and laughing for being so stupid for falling in the first place. But laughs turn to tears as we realize that the fall, hurts. That when we get back up, the pain of the impact does not simply get dusted away with the rest of the dirt. The pain has left a mark, a scratch, a bruise, a scar. Wether we like it or not, the pain stays with us forever, in small bits, for the rest of our lives. we mask it, cover it, conceal it. Forget about it. But it's always there. Reminding us not to be stupid enough to fall again. But we do. And we just continue adding names to our list of dissapointments. Before we know it, the paper overflows and we're stuck picking up pieces once again. So dirty from falling so many times, that the dirt doesn't come out with a simple dusting. So we scrub and scrub trying to wash away the evidence. But we don't prevail.. "



Deep shit, huh?



C`est la vie,
Joselyn<3

Just a thought,

Words. They hurt more than one could imagine. Especially from those who supposedly care about us. I can't seem to understand why one person's words could impact me so greatly. Or cause me to feel the way that i do. One person. Can make me. Feel like complete. Shit. Like worthless. Like nothing. I hate that. I despise people having even just a little bit of control over my emotions. I try so hard to be strong and not let it bother me, but how could I? That one person is supposed to mean something to you, and you to them, but its just so difficult



On another note, I'm PISSED. How would you fell if you accidently stumbled upon a conversation between your significant other and his ex. Freakin AIM man, gets soo many people in trouble! Like are you fucking kidding me?! Now here's my dilemma, had I not seen that, i would have never known they talked, cuz I'm pretty sure he wasn't gonna tell me, which then leads me to believe, how many other times mite they have talked that i dont know about? I'm trying to give him the benefit of the doubt but uhh, if u were in my shoes what would u think? I know Damn well had it been me, he'd be pissed too. Its hard enough as it is to trust people nowadays, and I'm giving this person a part of me thats very easily hurt, now imbstarting to question the trust I put in him, and thats major. Idk I need time to think rite now...


C'est la vie,
Joselyn