“I am depressed today. My past is coming back to haunt me”
“What aspect?”
“Men”
“What are you thinking and feeling?”
“It’s hard when I make mistakes and finally feel ok and forgive myself, then people and things just won’t leave me alone and let me forget”
“You can’t feel a certain way without giving permission to others. Reflection is great but you can’t grow from it if you’re attached to how people perceive you. People can’t ‘make you feel’ a certain way. You make yourself feel a certain way. Other people are just the trigger. but when you blame others for the way you feel (esp negatively), it’s hard to grow when it strikes again. Accepting responsibility for how you feel means no one can control your emotions, because you realize you are the one that does”
“No I hate people BUGGING ME”
“If you perceive people as bugging you, that means you’re sensitive to the topic they brought up and that you never actually moved on from it. You still care, but you don’t want to admit it I’m guessing. Facing your past is different from moving forward”
“Maybe I’m just facing it by trying to move on”
“Well I think you either are whimsical about your emotions or you’re too hard on yourself, so there’s no balance really. You switch from freedom to being caged. I think when you’re free, you’re very liberated, inspired, and happy. But when you’re caged, you’re very short-fused”
:”Yeah that’s very true. Thanks for helping I LOVE YOU”
“Direct Answer- How did you feel working with a great leader?”
“I feel that my boss inspired me to believe that I could fly, that anything is possible, if you take a leap.”
i just watched the most hilarious video of my life
“i’m having some sort of weird reaction to this video. a mix between hysterical laughter and freakish tremors LMAO I CANT DEAL WITH LIFE RIGHT NOW”
“I HATE YOU IN THESE MOMENTS”
“Can I show you a poem I just quickly jotted down and can you tell me what you think? It’s really disorganized but I want to know if the point is gotten across”
“YES”
-later-
“I LOVE THIS LUCIE”
“WHAT!!! ARE YOU JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOURE SUPPOSED TO!”
“Your writing is perfect to me. You’re so talented you need to put all these in a book.”
I actually just started tearing. Why is she like this. There isn’t a moment that goes by in which she doesn’t hesitate to remind me that I’m intelligent and wonderful and she never lets me say anything but thank you. You are the best Shepleigh. Really. You show me confidence :)
“i showed a poem i wrote to my friend and said to critique it and she went on a train of critiques and now im upset :(“
“BUT YOUR POEMS ARE AMAZING”
“i’m just sensitive to showing people my writing because it’s my feelings on words”
“but she wasn’t critiquing your feelings!”
“I KNOW. you’re absolutely right that’s why i knew when i talked to you i could stop being emotional”
“plus that writing you sent me on fb is so good”
“oh that was just a rambling”
“THATS THE POINT!”
“WHY ARE YOU SO ENCOURAGING”
“BECAUSE YOURE AWESOME AND YOURE YOU!!!”
she’s really the bestest friend ever
”do you think by the time we’ve finished hanging out after a few days that we’ll both have abs?”
“yes we will be ripped”
i read this as i was exiting a restaurant and i laughed all the way from the door to my car
“what’s bryan’s last name i wanna stalk him”
“you can’t his profile is private i’ll show you a pic of him”
*shows pic*
“your babies will be gorgeous”
“right? i already thought this through. let me tell you how yolo bryan is. he got a beer at a cafe and fucking shotgunned it at the table. I LOVE HIM LMAO”
”IF I MET BRYAN ALL THREE OF US WOULD DIE THINKING WE COULD FLY”
”we’re gonna get too drunk and be like “no really i have wings watch this shit” *watches you injure yourself* and he’s gonna say “hey that looks kinda fun let me try it too”“
”LOL HEY BRYAN WATCH ME ZIPLINE ON THIS TELEPHONE WIRE”
and this is why they would be best friends too
shepleigh and i share poems with each other and we talk about crazy things like what it would like to be a lost balloon and i imagined myself as a balloon who saw a passerby airplane and became sad because the airplane knows his destination and he’s not directionless like the balloon is, and i imagined the balloon slouching and deflating a little and the ribbon as its tail and it curled around the balloon to comfort him. and all the balloon wanted was to return to home because he missed home like the magazine rack of a grocery store or the home of a toddler’s third birthday. and my feelings just went haywire laksjdfd it was just adorable how sad the balloon was
and i think shepleigh’s one of the best kinds of people
that is all
“I met this guy he’s freaking adorable and I Facebook stalked him by the city he lives in since I only know his first name LOL IM OFFICIALLY A CREEP”
“LMFAOO YES YOU ARE”
“I want to ask him to hang out. I DON’T DO THIS BUT IT WAS A CONNECTION I KNOW”
“YOUR INTUITION FLASHED NO I UNDERSTAND”
“It did and it rarely does”
“DOES THIS MEAN MY LOVE WITH BRYAN WILL RE-FLOURISH CAUSE YOU’RE FALLING IN LOVE”
“YES I HOPE SO”
“My fate is in your hands. I trust you will lead me to good places LOL We’re like each others’ voodoo dolls but the good luck kind”
“I love us. Lucky charms”
“I’m gonna buy a lucky cat and IT’S GONNA BE YOU. You’re gonna be my Jesus, ima speak to it in times of conflict and dismay”
“Put some Juju beads in your car LOL YOU’LL NEED IT”
“Ima really buy this stuff. I expect beautiful flowers to start blooming on my head”
“Or Bryan to fly into your precious arms”
and then I went apeshit because she always knows what to say