“I love you. It's not a weight you must carry around. It's not a box that holds you in. It's not a standard you have to bear. It's not a sacrifice I make. It's not a pedestal you are frozen upon. It's not an expectation of perfection. It's not my life's whole purpose (or your's). It's not to make you change. It's not even to make you love me. I love you. It's as pure and simple as that.” - Anonymous
Her incontrollable jealousy is getting to me. I’m becoming further frustrated and annoyed. I throw my hands up not knowing what else to do. What else to say. What else to try. Attempting to combat the situation leaves me at a lose. I try explaining and she hushes me up by telling me I’m making it worse. I choose my words carefully and I keep her feelings in mind when I string together my sentences. But still, still I fuck up in her eyes.
There’s this imaginary glass box that I feel I’m in. One that I’ve begun to bang my head against. You think if you fill this glass box full of sweet nothings that it will nourish me. It will make me grow. Grow into what you want me to become. What you want us to be. But tonight, I don’t feel nourished in here. I feel suffocated.
Cloud, Clustered, dedicated servers hosting, Grid hosting and cheap web hosting all are the different types of web hosting. You may find the different domain registration and website design companies over the internet. |
No comments:
Post a Comment